Still in his morning skivvies, Mr. Henry raises his eyes heavenwards to offer thanks for:
– the Genius Bar whiz kids who repaired Mr. Henry’s MacBook.
– high 75° with low humidity.
– the new Lyle Lovett.
– Liz the foot wrangler who is curing Mr. Henry’s fallen third left metatarsal.
– Ben Hogan’s Five Lessons.
And yet, Mr. Henry remains less than completely satisfied. He longs to integrate all his pleasures. He offers up a late summer prayer to be granted perfection in multi-slacking.
Through slyly brilliant description, Lanchester manages to make traditional English cooking seem positively sensual and murder seem downright defensible.
Mr. Henry hears your wry retort, “The English have always murdered their food.” Save it. Lanchester’s humor is way ahead of your own, possibly even ahead of Mr. Henry’s.