About Leigh Buchanan
Good Book Hunting
At age 16, I underwent the onomastic equivalent of a nose job: I legally changed my name. I had always hated “Lois,” a matronly moniker redolent of great aunts and baggy support hose. With the exception of Brenda Starr, it … Read More
Knell Lettres
This is a book column. So I’ll start with the book. The Quincunx, by Charles Palliser, comprises 788 pages of dense type, black-and-white maps, and family trees. Its dust jacket is glossy black, the letters marbleized gold. The page edges … Read More
On Not Reading Wordsworth
What is it about certain books that draw you back to not reading them again and again? I have not read Wordsworth’s “The Prelude” six times. The first time I did not read it was in an undergraduate class on … Read More
The Masturbatory Allure of Dorothy L. Sayers
A while back, I tried to e-mail a document containing the phrase “gimcrack-cum-geegaw,” but a prudish software filter wouldn’t let me. The gauntlet down, I fired off additional objectionables, and the only one that made it through was “quim.” I’m … Read More



