So, if baseball is coming back, does that really mean that we have to stop reading books all day long every day? Seriously, we’ve read all those books that have been piling up over the years while we’ve been watching the Washington Nationals and writing about it all. There’s Mark Twain’s Joan of Arc book; a couple Proust-related books (one about a meeting with Proust, Stravinsky, James Joyce, and Picasso; another about fin de siècle duchesses who were models for the Duchesse de Guermantes in Remembrance of Things Past; + another written by his live-in caretaker, Céleste Albaret); and we even managed to finish DFW’s masterpiece*, and that was not easy, (and from what I’ve read on the internet makes us jerks for reading it though we didn’t know that); + about a dozen other books.