In northeast London, after reading too much crap, P goes back to Henry James and Joseph Conrad, back to the books he read at college where you had to pay attention to know what was going on. In Brighton, M is reading The Trial and The Waves, in respite from academe and other speaks. In a gallery in Cork, A is reading The True Story of the Brooklyn Bridge UFO Sightings by Budd Hopkins, under plain cover. In a café in Macroom, a woman is reading Keep the Aspidistra Flying, which is somehow invigorating, especially in January.
A loose occasional reflection on what I'm reading, how I inhabit books and they inhabit me.
Showing posts with label Keep the Aspidistra Flying. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 10 January 2023
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