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Harry Shearer has been to D.C. often enough to know better. On Page 28 of his wry new novel, Not Enough Indians, he offers this biographical tidbit about a GS-18 functionary and his wife: “They attended the few European films that came to Washington.” We’re not that provincial, Harry. In addition to a current multivenue French fest, we’ve recently hosted German, Latin, and Asian film festivals. But this is nitpickery of the nittiest sort, because the book is typically droll Shearer—satire so precise that it might be taken for reality. Indeed, the story of a blighted New York town so desperate that the entire citizenry pretend to be Native American to lure a casino will probably happen one day. In the meantime, Shearer’s well-observed prose keeps the pages turning, with frequent amusing asides. And he’s probably on the money placing a trendy “Retro Soviet Chic” eatery in Dupont Circle, where Khrushchev exclaims, “We will bury you—with blinis!” Shearer discusses and signs copies of his work at 7:30 p.m. at Barnes & Noble, 3040 M St. NW. Free. (202) 965-9880. (Dave Nuttycombe)