A Confession of sorts: I am a binge-reader. Okay, that’s not much of a confession; most readers will admit to the same addiction. We find a writer we like and then gobble up everything we can find that he/she has written. I, for one, am still annoyed with Jane Austen because of her pitiful production—why couldn’t she have been more like Isaac Azimov or P.G. Wodehouse, who cranked out about a hundred books apiece?
And now you're leading me to Julian Barnes and the parrot. Thank you!
Absolutely right, Gary, absolutely.