Wind and words
Friday, February 16, 2007
A storm ripped through this week, but the weather warmed enough for it to come as heavy rain rather than snow. The winds blew to 100 km/h, and we have shingles off the roof. In the heart of the storm, water was pouring into the house by the side door. "Don't worry about it and go to bed" I said, and did, sleeping soundly through the sound of shingles being torn from the roof and puddles forming in the dining room. Mr.C didn't sleep a wink. But that is why I could. All the Valentine I need, really. Although he did give me a pewter heart-shaped box for my earrings and a lovely book called The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. It isn't a history of love, though. It's a novel that had me sucked in with the first sentence "When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, LEO GURSKY IS SURVIVED BY AN APARTMENT FULL OF SHIT". That's my kind of writing.Speaking of which, I just had comments sent to me from two reviewers of an article I wrote for an academic journal this past fall. The editor of the journal summarized their comments as this: "...it reads as equal parts newspaper article and forensic toxilogical report." I guess I have a bit more work ahead of me then....
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1:22 PM
I read the 1st chapter of that book (on the internet) but I'm still undecided about whether or not to read it. I know it's a sad story. Sophie was going on about it in her blog.
Getting a review must be a scaring thing...
Thank God for Mr C :)