I think I told you that my classes resumed last Monday. I wrote that in good faith, but in fact they start tomorrow. I got another week of freedom I hadn’t planned on.

I’ve used my winter break for a number of different purposes. There was the ordinary Christmas stuff. I did another revision on my translation of a book on Norway in the Viking Age, because the text I delivered to the publisher was a rough draft, and it’s been nagging at me. To my surprise, after I delivered the revision, the publisher told me they’re probably going to go ahead with it. Most gratifying.

And then there were Christmas cards. And then there was taxes.

But I’ve loafed a little. Last night I watched a new TV show called “Backstrom.” Wikipedia tells me that it’s an Americanized adaptation of a series of Swedish detective novels. It stars Rainn Wilson, best known from “The Office.”

It was horrible. Or so it seemed to me. I kind of tuned it out after the first 15 minutes or so. Possibly it picked up while I wasn’t paying attention.

Comparisons to “House” come to mind. House was a rude and irascible genius. Backstrom is supposed to be the same.

But House had one thing this show lacked — wit. You couldn’t help liking House a little, most of the time. He was funny. He was obviously in physical pain, which made most of us cut him a little slack. And he had people around him — notably Dr. Wilson — who put up with his act because they had a history with him and had reasons (often opaque to us) for valuing him.

Backstrom has none of that. He’s just a jerk.

Memo to Hollywood: Being a jerk in itself is not the same as being interesting.