Not dead yet —

. . . just insanely busy with summer projects at work.

M has gone to visit N for a week or two, leaving us in a dry run for our new empty-nested life.

I keep wondering where she is, then remembering.

Garden looks great — plans to make a new bed or so, which should hold cutting flowers and vegetables.

I reread the Possessed, and liked it as much as I had the first time. What I like is what I’ve always liked — she looks back and makes sense of her life like you make sense of a piece of literature. For some reason, it seems like such a necessary thing to do — that I feel this way is perhaps odd.

I’m now in Mountolive, the third of the Alexandria Quartet. Delicious. These can only be read in the summer, I think. Anyway — it seems to me that you read Justine, and it’s good, and then you read Balthazar, and realize that you had no idea what was going on at all, an impression which becomes even clearer as you read Mountolive. It’s like Rashomon — in Egypt.

Have you read about the Russian spies? The most hysterical thing to me is this quote from the New York Times, which is not quite right because the exact version of the article that I read in paper is not available online: Speaking about the spy named Mrs. Murphy (yes, Mrs. Murphy), a neighbor, Mrs. Cipprio, says: “They couldn’t have been spies. Look what she did with the hydrangeas!”



8 thoughts on “Not dead yet —

    • I know! There was another comment — someone asked one of them if she was Russian, because of her accent, and she said, “No, I’m Belgian.” !!! And they were corresponding with them in English, oddly. And then the possibility of them going native, as, apparently, the Czech spies did. The whole thing is fascinating.

  1. Also, I meant to say that I had a lot of trouble getting into the Alexadria quartet, even Justine. I really wanted to like it, but somehow it seemed more like work than anything else. I am currently reading Kate Walbert’s A Short History of Women and am loving it.

    • You kind of have to overlook its totally overwritten-ness. It helps to be 21 and living on a diet of iced coffee and cold broccoli. It also helps to remember that he’s Gerald Durrell’s brother, and hold the image that you have of him from “My Family and Other Animals” in mind as you read —

  2. My parents loved anything by the Durrells, so in a fit of pointless adolescent differentiation, I refused to read anything by them after My Family and Other Animals.

    Hmm, interesting to think about this in light of Walker’s recent adolescent struggles with me.

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