Wed Jul 6th, 2016
Treated myself to Italian dinner last night. Took a bite of the crusty bread and something went crunch. My temporary bridge shoved up against the gums. Cracked, as it turned out, and today got a replacement- my dentist giving up her lunch to provide it. Felt fine in the office but is now way too high, and sensitive with it. No matter: I shall eat slops until the permanent comes in next week.
But triumph was the kitchen light back on, and Prof Islamic Studies calling out to me as I was spraying the cherry with CritterRidder, 'I think it's working. Haven't seen the raccoons around for a while.' (Yes, sir, but you were away Thursday to Sunday.) 'Bet they've got a For Sale sign up on your tree.' Well, still, triumph! and was it worth all the money I spent on expedited delivery of those ultrasonic alarms if mothballs and ammonia would do the trick? Oh, probably. No one says they're gone for good.
Just finished: Tanith Lee, The Winter Players. Thin volume, read and pass on to another home. It's... Tanith Lee being Patricia McKillip, sort of, which I find more bearable than Lee being Lee.
Also finished Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion, and dipped into enough of Murder in the Queen's Garden to find out who dunnit, though not actually why. All the names of Elizabeth's Maids of Honour run together, so I had to google nearly as much as with The Courtier, only to discover that all the romantic pairs were destined to unhappy endings
Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces. Bought in my university years: the UofT Bookstore had a distinctive way of marking prices. And this cost me less than five dollars forty years ago. As for the book itself, oh well. Could do without the Freudianism. Has not aged well.
Possibly I'm still reading The Killing Moon. I can never tell.
It's not likely to cool down any time soon, and I'm not sure how Machiavelli reads in heat. Maybe The Prince. Or maybe reread The Epic of Gilgamesh as both Ondaatje and Campbell are suggesting I do.
... ouch ... and I hope the permanent replacement is a comfortable fit.
... The English Patient was one of the rare books I started and never finished ... and was actually thinking that I might have a go at it again and seeing if I can actually get to the end without getting frustrated with it ...again. So we'll see.
Oh and wow! Lee... I haven't picked up one of hers in ... maybe 5 years? I may still have one or two sitting around in my collection of dust collectors! Heh.
Gilgamesh I have read but oh so faded in memory that I might as well not have. Sigh. It's terrible what memory is.
Some things remain and some don't ... I guess it's what makes you think you like something when it's only memory tugging at you.
I do enjoy your book posts by the way ... just in case I've never said it before ... because I can go ... oh yes/yes/no/don't remember/need to look that up/ etch and never know what I'd find ... some gems in there sometimes. So yes thank you. ^__^ ... and even if I don't always say something ... I'm probably off scurrying to see if I actually know them books. If I don't recall them.
Thanks for the thanks. I book blog just to remind me what I've read and how I felt about it, so they're not much use as reviews, I feel.
Some of the characters in Lion reappear in English Patient, which alas I also have on my shelves and may have to read some day. But Canadian writers are so *dull*, almost always, even when they come from Elsewhere. Gilgamesh is much more fascinating.