Twentieth Sunday Salon. Noon.

I was wrong. WE ARE NOW BEGINNING OUR DESCENT is an engrossing book. I am in the middle of a scene at a party that is almost painful in its intensity. I sure I don't know anyone quite as nasty as some of the characters but I believe in them and feel that I do. I am pretty glad I don't live in James Meek's world - and I am not talking about his dangerous missions to Afganistan but the rather more damaging encounters at dinner parties...