A Measure of Arrest

I feel I am on the mend. I stayed home again and have slept another 12 hours. I am forcing fluids and remaion doped on over-the-counter. My musical medium has been exclusively Arvo Part. Joel often remarks that he and i were born in the wrong century. Musil quips that many in the decaying Hapsburg Empire were convinced of their own genius, it was the sordid times which prevented acknowledgement of such. Ed noted upon my last cold, that 100 years ago, bereft of antibiotics, I would've lapsed into pneumonia and died. What a blooming bustle of concepts and images!

I am only reading Voss today and I cannot begin to stress how important a novel this is. Before retiring into medicated slumber I saw Amis and Mailer on Charlie Rose. As calculated as both are in terms of phrase and metaphor, both appeared to be bozoes and Mr. Rose appeared to shuck along with both of them:contemptible, utterly.

I just went to Better World Books, some nonprofit which benefits literacy programs worldwide and bought three of White's other novels. Their warehouse is in Ft. Wayne and I hope to enjoy one of which along with wrapping up the Pynchon in the near future. This mania recalls my viral need to purchase every Vollmann book I could locate a few years back.