A hastily-gathered stack of some favorite reads.
12 favorite books, currently
STONER (John Williams, 1965)
THE BLACK DAHLIA (James Ellroy, 1995)
RED HARVEST (Dashiell Hammett, 1929)
WAR AND PEACE (Leo Tolstoy, 1869)
THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS (Ursula K Le Guin, 1969)
MIDDLEMARCH (George Eliot, 1872)
FRANKENSTEIN (Mary Shelley, 1818)
THE BODY ARTIST (Don DeLillo, 2001)
BLINDNESS (José Saramago, 1995)
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES (Ray Bradbury, 1962)
KINDRED (Octavia Butler, 1979)
THE MEMORY POLICE (Yoko Ogawa, 1994)
good mail day
this would be a title if i could come up with one right now
Inverse proportionality's vanishing act continues: whereas once fewer words in the Main Work meant more words here, they are – as with yesterday's more with more – few with few (though there are, as I let this flow, more here than on the main work so perhaps it's a return to SOP?)
What I can tell you is that Kirby has been demanding to sit in my lap – while I'm sitting in the office chair - all morning: growing up with The Morkie and The Jorkie, he's yet to understand how massive he is; three more months of velociraptor age-range that could last three years or his entire life. Whatever works: he is, utterly, Derbz.
Also: go read THE MEMORY POLICE now. It’s a fucking masterpiece.
Bivalent stabjab this afternoon; die COVID die.