What better selection for the cold winter holiday than Henry Miller’s hot Tropic of Cancer?
What I’d really like to do is finish some of the other books I’ve had sitting around half-read and maybe I’ll set a January 1st deadline for all but Augustine; he deserves the time spent to be focused and in an absorbing frame of mind as he is read.
I have a feeling I’ll be doing a lot more reading than writing this year as I wean myself away from what has become too demanding a habit. As time passes, it restricts.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology