I’m not sure what business I mean here. I guess the business of seeing. Operation successful, patient lived to see another day.
Thanks to everyone who wished me luck.
This week I have more doctor appointments and then there’s Thanksgiving, so settling down to continue to write my book isn’t an option. But it is an option next Monday. I hate to give myself a starting date in case I don’t make it. Still, Monday the 27th is what I’m shooting for.
Meanwhile, I won’t be reading Thomas Pynchon’s new book. I wouldn’t be reading anyone’s book that is 1,088 pages long. I’m from the school of less is more. What could any novelist have to say that needs over 1000 pages to say it in? I sniff narcissism.
I also don’t want to spend my time decoding whatever is in those 1000 pages. I want to read books that tell me a story in robust prose. I don’t mean that everything has to be linear but I do like a beginning, middle and end. Most of all I like to understand what I’m reading. And I admit that I don’t understand Pynchon. Yes, I tried once. I was young and naive and I thought I had to read everything that was touted as literary. Some I enjoyed. Pynchon I did not. I have no idea what V is about. I tried more than once. I had the time then.
Call me a philistine, I don’t care.