Harvard Bookstore and the Brattle Theatre are putting on a panel discussion with the NY Review Of Books and the Guardian tonight at seven at the Brattle, followed by a big-screen showing of the debate itself.
If I were to attend, I’m pretty sure I’d end up screaming with rage and fear, and then getting drunk, and missing work on Thursday. So instead I’m staying home and hiding under the bed until November.
Secretly Ironic 