Reading at 40

The household birthdays passed with significant pleasure. I found it appropriate to devote my birthday reading to Quest For Corvo. I finished such last night and feel refreshed for the effort. Unlike , say, The Orientalist, or Stone Reader, I have no rampant desire to sprint out and read Hadrian VI. Perhaps it is a testament to my age, chronological not epochal.

It is regarded as odd that I completed Last Samurai last week and I really haven't thought about it. I enjoyed the novel, especially the savant. It has made me want to view Kurosawa again. It also confirmed that thinking regularly about Glenn Gould and Raoul Wallenberg is a healthy endeavor and I should continue such.