Chugging Into Charnel

I finally finished the Bowles last night. I do stand corrected, the immensity of the Sahara is crucial to the denouement. I did find the meandering madness of Kit while being the alabaster love slave of the swarthy Bedouin a bit lurid.

I now have many books on my plate, samizdat is again room temperature after a flicker of life. My wife is in the second chapter of Greene's Our Man In Havana and I must catch up.I had hoped to read Wilkie Collins but we shall see.