It’s a beautiful day.
Blue sky.
Magnifico.
I’m feeling well and dare I say,
optimistic about the future.
I got some new books out of the library yesterday.
I kept only one Philip Roth, The Counterlife, which I will attempt to finish.
I don’t like his stuff, it doesn’t speak to me.
I remember reading Portnoy’s Complaint years ago and finding it funny.
But, to be brutally honest it is way too penis centric for me.
Don’t get me wrong I really enjoy a male perspective.
Some of my favourite writers are men.
(Ooh my! that sounds like some of my best friends are Jewish)
But, I love Hemingway and Jack London and John Irving,
all of whom have a very virile perspective.
Roth is obsessed with his erections and how big his dick is,
boring.
I think most good fiction, reflects the author to a certain extent but,
this is too much.
My blog, my opinion.
So, back to yesterday’s visit to the library.
I checked out an Edeet Ravel novel.
I read one of her books on a friend’s recommendation and
I quite enjoyed it.
The one I took out yesterday is called A Wall Of Light.
The one I read previously is called Your Sad Eyes and Unforgetable Mouth.
Great title, don’t you think?
I liked it. It had a lyricism to it that I occasionally enjoy.
I also took out a Raymond Carver collection of short Stories.
Speaking of virile.
I read a few short stories so far.
Good stuff.
Tough.
About people who have,
not much.
So far I’m liking it.
As usual I’ll let you know.
I’m going for a walk down by the river in the early evening with a new friend.
Should be enjoyable.
She’s a friend.
No rumours, please.
Happy Labour Day, girls.
Later
BB
