the way through

Thursday night found me avoiding the rain in our neighborhood bookstore, The Book Cellar. The night's reading was from poet, photographer, and novelist Jesse Ball. A Believer shortlistee, winner of the Plimpton, and wearer of a particularly fine beard, Ball read from The Way Through Doors, which was succor on a gloomy night punctuated by the downpour, disappointing paneer, and close contact with a rather nasty head cold.