I have, I know, been remiss about updating this blog of late, mostly because of a (foolish?) decision to embark upon reading A la Recherche du Temps Perdu, the charm of its endless deferrals, its perversity, its acuity and wisdom ultimately proving too much to resist this New York winter. However, since Proust's novel also does a fair impersonation of the Monster That Eats Up A Year, I'll have to find a way to make sure the rest of me -- also known as my blog and my film-viewing, and (maybe, just maybe) my writing -- doesn't get put into cold storage. In terms of a resolution for 2010, that's as good as any.
Happy New Year, readers.