Heft and Strain

It is wet here. A gray rain which begs one to prefer not to at every opportunity. My weekend reading has been tunnelling through Charles Palliser's Quincunx. It is sort of a goodreads group read. It has certainly elicited a series of sighs form me personally. Following the weight of Laura Warholic, I have been blessed with a certain grave self-awareness.

Between these hulks I have enjoyed The Road To Wigan Pier, which I regard as amongst the best that I've read all year. There has also been a collection of Greene's short fiction and a novel by Martin Amis.