After all the moving and all the work of the past many months, it is finally time. Schedules are opening up. The weeks and months are expanding before me, full of possibility. With room to breathe and room, finally, to write. So. If you were flying to Spain in early September for seven or so days...where would you spend those seven days (Barcelona? Madrid? Malaga?) and what would you spend them doing (art, architecture, wining/dining, writing, nothing)? Do tell.
What I'm Reading
Marisha Pessl: Night Film: A Novel
It promises much. Those kinds of promises rarely deliver.Robin Sloan: Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore: A Novel
I feel as if this will be a sort of End of Mr. Y by Scarlett Thomas kind of thing. No idea why but if that's anywhere close to the case, I'm in.Fiona Maazel: Woke Up Lonely: A Novel
Have heard remarkable things about this novel. Have you?
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