Today is the feast day of St Catherine of Siena, who is more or less the patron saint of my novel Go Home, Miss America. I had no plans to write about St Catherine or Go Home, Miss America. I was going to write a post about Benito Perez Galdos' novel My Friend Manso (starts strong, continues as a great novel, begins to dissolve a bit toward the end, but the final chapter is excellent; maybe I'll write something more useful than that in the coming days), and I was thinking I'd write about how Ralph Waldo Emerson is known in America as a sort of kindly grandfather figure in love with the splendor of nature but if you read his essays (I'm reading The Portable Emerson now) you discover that he was just another of those 19th-century Will to Power guys, who privileged himself and his own needs above those of everyone else, a guy who hated the idea of charity ("Why should I feed the poor? Are they my poor?") and set the tone for an America which feels free to act on the global stage with no regard for any other nation. In other words, a lunatic. You should read the bit in "Self-Sufficiency" (by which he means something more like "self-regard" or "self-worship" than anything about paying one's own way) where he gives God a job description. Koo-koo-ca-choo, as we say at my house. The Thompson Gale Encyclopedia of Philosophy describes all of this as Emerson's "torturous metaphysical hallucination." I laughed out loud when I read that. But I'm not posting about Grampa Emerson, not today. Today I'm posting to say that I continue to query literary agents regarding my novel Go Home, Miss America. I'm also revising a book called Mona in the Desert which seems pretty good, and I'm tinkering with the first chapter or so of a book called The Transcendental Detective before I send it off to a publisher for possible rejection. We'll see. Anyway, business as usual, I guess. The detective novel has a lot about Immanuel Kant as a crime-fighter. There's a sequel in which the detective comments on the moral bankruptcy of Aristotle's Nichomachean Ethics when she's not interrogating circus animals.