If there is now nothing new under *my* sun, at least, in compensation I find months bearing their own vintages depending on what years they recall. This one is mostly derived from 2007, bar the writerly output of six years back. There are hints of '03 and the otherworlds of '00 and '96; faint suggestions of 1980 in France, 1990 in Ise and Kyoto, and 1993 in Tokyo; also, alas, more than a hint of '01 which was also a cool beautiful sunny September for most of its length. Am glad to be spared the sour flat taste of 2002, 2004, 2005 and 2006, which were all muggy brassy unpleasant Septembers.
What have you just finished reading?
The Golem and the Jinni, thanks to that odd late-September tendency to wake irrevocably at 4 or 5 am for no good reason at all. Did that this morning, read from 4 to 6, finished book, reheated beanbags and-- didn't quite go back to sleep, didn't quite float, couldn't manage meditation but rested at least. I really do miss my hormones: they're what give you floats, I'm convinced.
The Golem and the Jinni is one of those books that gives you an atmospheric hangover. Which is fine in moderation but one can't read too many of them or one loses hold on reality.Cf Titus Groan and Gormenghast, my Hideous Example of same.
What are you reading now?
In theory I'm back to The Hell Screen ie it's what's in my bag.In fact I shall devote the rest of the evening to mending and go to bed early because tomorrow I have The Hell Day.
What will you read next?
Whichever of my holds arrives first at the library: On the prowl (a collection of stories about werewolves), Shinzanmono (another detective story by Higashino Keigo), or We are all completely beside ourselves, reputedly a brain twister.