what does the photo above have to do with my rambling post below? just to clarify…nothing! but this is the state of my winter garden which received a bit of rain this week. i drove home yesterday in a fantastic, but brief downpour. the freeways were flooded with water. the raindrops were big & heavy. a great froth of roiling clouds followed me home.
my students this year are delightful and i enjoy the mix of personalities very much. i have "the problem class", but that's from the perspective of people who are not as well acquainted as i with real problems. unless you're being bitten, spat upon, or chased with scissors hitchcockian style you really don't have problems. my class is lively, funny, enthusiastic, talkative, and affectionate. i deem that an excellent combination of traits.
i spent many nights this week shaking with big department-store-santa laughs while reading the slaves of solitude. granted i find humor in odd things. but surely everyone who reads the following would laugh:
it was not for albert brent to know the actual state of affairs. it was not for the piano tuner to know that in this still, grey, winter-gripped dining room, this apparent mortuary of desire and passion (in which the lift rumbled and knives and forks scraped upon plates), waves were flowing forward and backward, and through and through, of hellish revulsion and unquenchable hatred!
or how about this:
mr. thwaites was, of course, a pronounced and leading christmasist, being the instinctive leader of everything irritating and depressing, and the others followed him.
yes it's bleak, but also clever with a lovely story arc that has a very satisfying conclusion. very satisfying. i'm sorry it's over.
now, keen to read more excellent, but forgotten books i've downloaded a sample of THIS
The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne (1955) is an unflinching and deeply sympathetic portrait of a woman destroyed by self and circumstance. First published in 1955, it marked Brian Moore as a major figure in English literature (he would go on to be short-listed three times for the Booker Prize) and established him as an astute chronicler of the human soul. Judith Hearne is an unmarried woman of a certain age who has come down in society. She has few skills and is full of the prejudices and pieties of her genteel Belfast upbringing. But Judith has a secret life. And she is just one heartbreak away from revealing it to the world.
and when i'm finished i'm going to watch maggie smith & bob hoskins in the 1987 movie version:
i just reread this post and it looks like i'm leaning towards a theme of depressed women leading lives of quiet desperation. well it is saturday. and i am still in my pajamas in the middle of the afternoon. and i am going down for a nap and a read, but i'll be whistling my way to the bed chamber i can tell you that! and 2 cats with tails waving high in the air will be following me.
and that, as they say, is that. it's saturday and i'm readin'!