"What do you think is the meaning of true happiness?" Calvin asks Hobbes. "Is it money, cars and women? Or is it just money and cars?"
It’s hard to believe Calvin and Hobbes signed off ten years ago.
Tolstoy wrote War and Peace over a hundred and fifty years ago, but it remains "so various and so new," to misappropriate Matthew Arnold. A review in the Guardian offers a startlingly fresh perspective on this "loose baggy monster" of a novel:
… everything in this novel is small. Because War and Peace is a great novel not because Tolstoy’s characters worry about God and death and nations, but because they make up weird words. Its subject is not grandiose: it is chance. And the only way to show this is minutely. Tolstoy is the greatest miniaturist in the history of the novel.
A couple of links for Sunday reading, albeit over a day late.