Josh and I have just finished the St. Petersburg 1914 International Chess Tournament, by Dr. Siegbert Tarrasch. This book proves that there is no neutrality, even in chess analysis. While his analysis of the games is quite good, you can detect a trace of jealousy when it comes to Emanuel Lasker’s games, a distrust of the youthful inventions of Alekhine and Nimzovitch, and even some comments concerning Jose Capablanca’s late-night womanizing, which contributed to one of his defeats in this tournament.
I am reading The Jungle Book to Christopher.
Meanwhile, Jane and I are reading Northanger Abbey to each other. While Jane has Jane Austen nearly memorized, this is only the third of her novels that I have read. It is much more satirical than Pride and Prejudice.