Ian McEwan / by mrm

was at least as charming as I'd hoped he'd be, if not more so. I was in the fourth row. City Arts & Lectures flat-rate pricing is kind of a ridiculously good deal.

He kept talking about "awarding" the protagonist of his most recent novel a Nobel prize. As in, "and that was why I decided I had to award him a Nobel prize," which is so quaint, and bizarre, and wonderful.  He also referred to English comedic literature as having a proud tradition of "hapless heroes to whom things happen." I was eating it all up with a spoon.