It has been yonks since I visited the library… I picked up two doorstops, one being the really excellent William T. Vollman novel Europe Central, which is an examination of totalitarianism as it affects the creative mind, set during the period just before and during WWII. Some reviewer or other said you don’t read Vollman for the plot but for the individual sentences, and he was absolutely right. Vollman is a powerfully strange individual, but his depiction of Kathe Kollwitz was so amazing I looked it up. I am looking up much of what he references on the internet and going to some strange and dark and eerie and interesting places. He’s also, like Dunnett, a portrait painter and polymath and this impacts the work. Good times.
I also picked up Part II of the Mark Twain autobiography, but the way it’s put together really sucks and it weighs 5 kilos if it weighs a gram, so I put that one down, even though some of the anecdotes are killer.
Last night filking with Cindy and Tom and Peggy; tonight Birthday Celebration with Mike M and friends; tomorrow hymn sing, back at Tom and Peggy’s. I just love singing Frobisher Bay with those folks. I took Peggy hazelnuts as a thank offering.
400 words on Tarot for Atheists yesterday. If I ever get finished with the introduction it will be one of the strangest pieces of atheist literature ever written; I know I’m saying the right things in the worng way, and some of it simply has to be cut but like most writers I don’t edit myself worth a darn. Also practiced lots.
Keith double booked himself for his own birthday party a while back so Paul and Jeff watched Internet’s Own Boy without him, so there, and had barbq chikn.
Time to make pancakes, I promised Jeff.
