Slanted Slaphappy

My wife appears delighted with reading Henry Miller. we are both surprised by this sudden selection but it has already doled out dividends: the Italian essayist Papini, for instance. Her reading also prompted me to grab both Orwell's Inside the Whale and Rushdie's Outside The Whale for the purpose of context. With all this vicarious bliss I am ready to admit that I am not reading the Calasso. It didn't pass the 50 pages mark.

I have continued my practice of returning to neglected texts, this time around it has been Gemini by Tournier.