Which Foot Leads

This should feel like the year of Javier Marias, except it doesn't. Without a doubt, I found the first volume of Your Face Tomorrow magnificent, an authorial arc which pressed me personally. That said, little lingered aside from those initial reactions.

I elected to detour and read Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea by Jules Verne, which I enjoyed, though I felt it lacked the philosophical edge of H.G. Wells. Distractions abounded concerning the oeuvre of Eric Ambler. Time passed, it didn't really snow. I've caught up on sleep and suddenly I am back with Marias, Dance and Dream, the second volume has unfolded and I do love it. Maybe my lapels presently refuse grabs.