MacLennan, Buchan, Queen Elizabeth

Since my last post, I've read an issue of the New Yorker, and an issue of Eclectic Reading. I also finished reading a biography of John Buchan, and I now regret complaining about the awful lives of writers. Buchan's life, except for frailty which saved him from World War I service, seems to me to have been charmed, and I found it irksome. I also plowed through 943 pages of the Queen Mother's official biography, which overall I enjoyed, except for the fact that my neck and leg hurt from craning and supporting the monster, respectively. I just started Cameron's life of MacLennan, and I look forward to it.