Read Nick Hornby’s 4th novel A Long Way Down this week and loved it, although I could have done without the middle section. Still, Hornby’s ability to handle profound life questions with the lightest touch makes him a pleasure to read. I’ve read everything he’s published in book form (fiction and non-fiction) except — amazingly enough — High Fidelity. In fact, just today, I passed up buying it yet again. I can’t bring myself to do it, because then there will be no more Hornby for me to look forward too — at least for another year or two. I can’t stand the thought of that, being Hornby-less for the foreseeable future, so there High Fidelity rests, like an aluminum drum of emergency graham crackers in an ancient bomb shelter, never to be opened, but available just in case.

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