No sooner did I visit Chumley’s on Tuesday (see post below) than an internal wall of the place literally collapsed. I woke this morning to the news that the historic speak-easy is now closed until further notice. Perhaps it was the weight of all that overly long male American fiction that brought the house down, but I couldn’t help wondering if I have an as-yet-untapped power to bring down the literary establishment.
If only I could work out a way to use my powers for good, rather than evil …