Updates and Setbacks

The reading continues amid a prevailing tide of reversals and acknowledgements. I finished the first novel of Powell's cycle yesterday, only eleven to go, I achieved such while burning my bum sitting on the sidewalk outside the Knit Nook in the Highlands. I then began the second novel while returning seven dusty growlers to the Public House and enjoying a pint of sour stout. The focus initially is on an artist, recently deceased, who befiended Jenkins in his yoouth while the parallel ladders of class briefly coincided. I was rather impressed by this scene, its situation of aesthetic principles alongside suggested radicalism. This strikes me as akin to the principles shared by Kinglsey Amis and Robert Conquest, the latter a more randy goat than I had imagined.