I've just finished Coetzee's Dusklands which is a very weird set of fiction/non-fiction. Coetzee's Waiting for the Barbarians is one of my favorite books, but I wasn't really impressed with Disgraced. One can see the basis for Barbarians in Dusklands. He also wrote a fictionalized account of Dostoevsky, which I own but can't bring myself to read. What kind of hubris does it take to presume to know Dostoevsky? Well, I suppose I should go work on the endless paper. I do have to finish it soon and I guess beginning would be the best way to do that.