that Ancestry update came in email from Ancestry over a week ago.
Schattenfroh is an easy, fast read, full of pleasure. Someone on X mentioned that it was fast, I was glad to see that.
It is so good that it ruins other books for a while. Had to work hard to get through Slalay's London and the South East. It had some moments but felt labored over and patched together lego-like, not even that well fitted together. These days I'm back to having four or five books ready to hand, read a chapter of each or a few pages at a time and pick up another and do the same. Some passages in each one now snag some interest. Liked some of Szalay's Innocent so far. Catching on to how to read and enjoy Robert Glück's Jack the Modernist. Some passage in there just excellent. Looked up Daniel Kolitz's pieces on Adderall and Garielle Lutz. Both excellent. His Harper's piece right now on Gooning the talk of the town at the moment. Von Kleist's Michael Kohlhaas completing my education. Also doing a few pages a day back in Lobo Antunes' What Can I Do and finding it much more pleasant that way.
All readings prompt memories and you would think that, at this age, I would want to stop all the time and write down more of my memories. Why do I not? Too overwhelming an idea. I see the dark interior of St Marys church on an afternoon. How big it looked and felt, comfortably so, with light coming in through the stained glass windows.
No comments:
Post a Comment