In case you missed it last night, that thing with a bunch of weird and wonderful musicians from around Europe was on the tele. It lacked the utterly bizarre that we've come to expect and love from Eurovision, and for some reason Justin Timberlake was there, but it was really good fun and did feature a bit of sexy butter churning, which every live performance needs. It got me thinking, though, about European literature, and my favourite non-English speaking authors. Because I