A friend was in touch with me yesterday, catching up, and observed that he keeps a copy of my memoir in the glove compartment of his car. Often transporting others to and fro for quick visits, he explained that in sitting and waiting for their return, he’ll dip in and out as the book is so close to hand. What a wonderful (and thoughtful) idea! And the brisk vignettes are perfect for this. Derrida would seem to agree…