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Trying to start a blog has proved too much for my cahllenged laptop today. Will try again tomorrow.

But here is one I prepared earlier –

Ramblings

 

Post boxing day-day has its own blank and numb charateristics – but is very very peaceful. Time to think about a lifetime of books and other readings that shape someone like me. This says it all:
“…she was a receptor who became richer the more she received. Her way with the chaos in her mind was to cultivate it through the articulations of others, by which she meant the reading of a lifetime with whose aid she created the interesting architecture and geography of herself. She had constructed over the years a rich and civilized country, full of history and culture, with views and vistas she had  never dreamed of…” P.135 – Tony & Susan, by Austin Wright.
I think I decided to start…

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The Receptor

Well it’s been awhile and dignity tells me that I need to start another blog and just forget about this baby. Discipline aside – I rarely found the time or computer wherewithal to post anything else after the initial foray.

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I decided to try and write if not daily, then frequently. Used to do this as a daily discipline after reading The ARTIST’S WAY – but it really did feel like a discipline. Go and write your damn-them-to-hell Morning Pages – you are bad!!!
Hoping this won’t be quite as painful – but already have trouble with this perishing laptop (perishing is a replacement swear word that my parents used to use and it feels great as a descriptor). What I want to write about is one of my favourite pasttimes. Reading. Novels mostly.

I have just finished She’s come undone by Wally Lamb. I bought it brand new in the year 2000 and just got around to reading it. Now, that’s discipline! It was a GOOD book. It was depressing as a journey but it was constructive in its ending which is really what I hang out for in…

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The Receptor

I decided to try and write if not daily, then frequently. Used to do this as a daily discipline after reading The ARTIST’S WAY – but it really did feel like a discipline. Go and write your damn-them-to-hell Morning Pages – you are bad!!!
Hoping this won’t be quite as painful – but already have trouble with this perishing laptop (perishing is a replacement swear word that my parents used to use and it feels great as a descriptor). What I want to write about is one of my favourite pasttimes. Reading. Novels mostly.

I have just finished She’s come undone by Wally Lamb. I bought it brand new in the year 2000 and just got around to reading it. Now, that’s discipline! It was a GOOD book. It was depressing as a journey but it was constructive in its ending which is really what I hang out for in a book. I have been a little soft on myself in the past couple years – reading quite easy stuff. (I really hate this perishing shitty laptop.) Although The Road isn’t necessarily an easy read is it? I read an article by a chap who has been a literary critic for the New Yorker for a million years and has just written his own novel (incidentally). He said The Road was just about as perfect as any novel ever was – and where do you go from there. I imagine Cormac McCarthy will be pondering that so I don’t need to. As far as I am concerned – I simply went on to another book.
Now since this is my first post and I still need to work out how to put links into this blogthingummything thing, I will probably end here and try again later. I wrote a brilliant blog post yesterday and lost it somehow. It’s very discouraging when that happens. All those thoughts lost. Actually it was hardly brilliant. what a tosser I am.

Blogging

Trying to start a blog has proved too much for my cahllenged laptop today. Will try again tomorrow.

 

But here is one I prepared earlier –

Ramblings

 

Post boxing day-day has its own blank and numb charateristics – but is very very peaceful. Time to think about a lifetime of books and other readings that shape someone like me. This says it all:
“…she was a receptor who became richer the more she received. Her way with the chaos in her mind was to cultivate it through the articulations of others, by which she meant the reading of a lifetime with whose aid she created the interesting architecture and geography of herself. She had constructed over the years a rich and civilized country, full of history and culture, with views and vistas she had  never dreamed of…” P.135 – Tony & Susan, by Austin Wright.
I think I decided to start a blog to try and trap the chaos in my mind. It’s awfully sad that Austin Wright has never found the recognition that he deserved. What an incredibly good storyteller. (I believe he is now dead.) And I think that was his one and only book. Note to self, must find out.

Currently reading She’s come undone by Wally Lamb. I bought it  in 2000 – one of those book splurges that results in half a dozen beautiful newly published books by authors you’ve read before and really enjoy (AYRBARE). So they start off in a pile beside the bed (bloody hell – eleven years ago) and then graduate to the book case, in a pile of horizontal unread but beautiful recently published books. There’s a couple more stages between that one and the vertical spines in carefully co-ordinated colour matches stage – where the unread, and slightly yellowing pages of books by authors you’ve read before and enjoyed rub covers with books you’ve read and have kept because you love keeping them.  It feels deliciously thrifty and post boxing day-dayish being able to go to the bookshelf and take down one of those creatures (AYRBARE).  Up to page 295 of the 465 page book. It’s an uncomfortable read because I want to be numb and blank-ish while enjoying a read on PBDD, but Wally’s making me feel engrossed in the depressing story of Dolores whose life goes from interesting to bad to really bad – so depressing. I must be so addicted to mindlessly happy endings so it’s challenging me to read until I get to one. It seems the edition I bought in 2000 was the second publishing (first published in 1992) which happened a year after the success of Wally’s novel – I know this much is true – that was a humdinger of a novel too – huge and really enjoyable.

I do happen to have his latest novel in my bookcase The Hour I First Believed (it started life beside my bed and is now in a horizontal pile, indicating its stage in the life of BBAYRBARE).  I think I bought it midway through 2011.  Note to self – must read before 2023.