In a pretense of content, I'll say that I finished my Jo Clayton book (The Snares of Ibex) this morning and got back to Proust, where I'm at page 77 and the narrator has just run into Mr. Charlus on the streets of wartime Paris, where (he suspects) Mr. Charlus is out cruising. It's so bizarre to think of gay guys cruising in the Edwardian era, but I suppose it happened. With luck I may update my theater blog with my review of West Side Story - somehow the weekend slipped away and I wound up spending almost no time at all on the computer. Who'da thunk it?
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In a pretense of content, I'll say that I finished my Jo Clayton book (The Snares of Ibex) this morning and got back to Proust, where I'm at page 77 and the narrator has just run into Mr. Charlus on the streets of wartime Paris, where (he suspects) Mr. Charlus is out cruising. It's so bizarre to think of gay guys cruising in the Edwardian era, but I suppose it happened. With luck I may update my theater blog with my review of West Side Story - somehow the weekend slipped away and I wound up spending almost no time at all on the computer. Who'da thunk it?
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Book meme day 10
What author do you own the most books by and why? Well, I haven't counted, but chances are good that they're either books by Patricia McKillip or Jo…
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Book meme day 6
6. A book with a story for you, that reminds you of something specific in your life (a person, a place, a time). 100 Years of Solitude was…
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Proust: so much more than cookies
I still think the idea of condensing "In Search of Lost Time" into a ten minute play suitable for stick puppets is a good idea. There is so much more…
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