Well, that was fun!

My previous blog on authors I have loved was an enjoyable romp through my memories. I started it intending to briefly comment on V.S. Naipaul's chutzpah and to list some authors that I found tedious.

But as I tried to remember the authors I found unmemorable - oxymoronic attempt, if ever there was one - the authors who have brought me so many hours of enjoyment just kept popping up in my train of thought, like prairie dogs or whack-a-moles.

What started out as a rant became a rave.

Ce'st la vie. (And I still can't do the accent on the 'e'.)