More weirdness from the depths of Astigianistan.
Today I received a copy of Jean-Christophe Grangé latest thriller, Lontano.
The mailman handed it to me without any package or envelope or nothing. The naked book, just like it was off the shelf of a bookstore.
I must have looked at him weirdly, because he justified himself.

“I’m keeping the package because I need the label.”

If you say so, I thought…

Sometimes I think Neil Young was thinking about this place when he wrote This is Nowhere.

On the other hand, Grangé’s book looks promising.