Someone alerted me to this tantalizing preview of my forthcoming volume with Thomas Thompson. Here’s a taste (go there to read the rest):
Oh my goodness, who let the minimalists out? Thompson, Lemche and Boer. Boer! Quick Abigail, pack up the emergency provisions, we’re heading for the hills.
What, they’re coming in from the other side too? Price, Crossley and – oh surely not – not Grabbe! Forget the bags Abigail, run for your life!
Eek, too late: that’s Jim West, menacingly clutching Zwingli’s blood-stained rapier and already standing at the door and knocking. [Camera’s fade out.]
Read on here.