Here is a confession, to start. I’ve spent considerable time watching the ledger. How much money have I lost through miscalculation, or saved by scrimping (through the consumer’s mandate to “save”), how many countries have I visited, and how many tasks have I done in a day? The latter category, I know from experience, usually leaves me in the red, on paper. All of this is somewhat underpinned by the vague and troublesome question of how to “get ahead” in today’s world. In the very specific arena of Thomas Bernhard’s books, however, I feel much stronger. My German is tentative enough to vary the texture and rhythm of reading, thanks to slight groping adventures in the prose, but reliable enough to give a sense of continuity. Bernhard’s pounding way of writing and unflinching repetitions allow me to sink into his relentless flow, and my reading ability, which might trip over a standard daily news article, thus seems to punch above its weight, following Bernhard’s corrosive magic, demolishing hypocrisy and imposture. Some of these books I haven’t read, and some I have, and the latter would bear re-reading. My slowness gives even the shorter volumes real heft, and because of Bernhard’s heaviness, I don’t chain-read directly into another of his works. In this little stack, my stock is doing well, it has a solid history and promising future. I even consider myself in the black.
A remarkable journey to the land of castles and mountains, literally HEAVEN ON EARTH
Waking through Edinburgh and remembering what I'm here for.
Edinburgh is always like this as summer meanders into autumn. It's my favourite time of year.
Spring in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Just an hour's overlay..one of my favorite cities
It's hard not to love Edinburgh in winter. This morning's haar is burning off fast, but Arthur's Seat is stubborn.