Critical Condition Department:

Our Literary Jab of the Day comes from Mary Forrest at Monoblog:

It's called The Unconsoled, was written by Kazuo Ishiguro, and was without contest the most infuriating book I've ever read. I'm glad I finished it. I didn't hate it. But for some reason, passage after passage would just confound me with a mixture of impatience and frustration. If there is a city in the world where people actually do behave and talk like they did in this book, I hope that it ceases to exist before I ever stumble upon it.

One of my favorite combinations in a human is irritated and articulate.