Still Looking

I finished Master of Petersburg on Friday and was left stunned, something remarkable. Leaping into Dostoevsky's Notes From The Underground, I became aware of some Coetzee's lens that he employed to capture that simmering delirium. I have always though that Notes would make a compelling stage monologue or even film.

Last night the harvest hue permeated the air and I was attending to a number of errands for today, I chose Slow Man by Coetzee to tote along. My history with J.M. is mixed, but, has had quite the effect as of late.