Teeth and Grit

The pampas of holiday are gone for now. Coincidentally a humid blast of summer heat has taken its place. The generosity of open-ended days fosters indulgences in reading. I likely would've abandoned the Michel Faber with the constraints of the work week. So it goes for poor George Gissing. I find consierable merit in his novel but found myself reading more of Alistair Horne's book on the Franco-Prussian War as the week drew to a close.

Yes, I find it an ironic turn in putting down Gissing because of work. I may now attempt to tackle Matthiessen's Shadow Country. I checked out such from the library yesterday.