Fleeting flurries

Aw, we aren't getting the really serious stuff here in the city. Just wussy little pellets like miniature moth balls. Cold, though, especially when one contains a germ and cannot stay warm.
Very icy this evening, and Seattle's starting to look like Fargo.
Soup's on.
Alison Lurie has written a review piece on Alice Munro for the NYRB, and Margaret Atwood did Richard Powers' latest novel. Two women writers I appreciate doing the reviewing on two other writers I've liked; made for excellent reading.
It's snowing again in Pamuk's fictional Istanbul.