more on books

So that was a joke, by the way. Remembrance of Things Past is a three volume book, three thick volumes. It's one of those to put in the "some day, when I'm laid up after surgery" pile. I picked up Madame Bovary instead, and some Amelia Peabody's from my friend.

This afternoon I'm trying out a different framing for a usual class. Basically I am inserting a small, silly mystery amongst the usual slogging through the catalog and databases. Yes, yes, I am a mystery addict. Just be glad I'm not making them examine bones.

Update: the mystery was a big hit, especially since the supervisor played the part of a crazed student quite dramatically.