Posting may be a bit light around here for the time being. I started my new job yesterday and it's pretty good as these things go but it's not going to leave much time for blogging. I'll just pop in when I can, say something stupid, then shuffle quietly off-stage again. Business as usual, then.
Reading: I can't decide if John Crowley's The Solitudes (aka Ægypt) is really good or unbearably wanky. My opinion changes from page to page, sometimes from paragraph to paragraph. Every time I'm on the verge of giving it up Crowley does something brilliant and I'm drawn in again. Frustrating yet fascinating. The book I read just before The Solitudes was Alasdair Gray's Poor Things which was brilliant all the way through.
Listening: unhealthy amounts of Bud Powell (allegedly as "research" for my piano novel); Beefheart; Dexys Midnight Runners; Light FM, a Christian radio station Belinda has inexplicably taken to.
What a life.