Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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the nebula of myth

It is in the death flow 11:50 AM Tuesday afternoon. It is a cold cloudy sunny snowy day here by Lake Michigan.

I got up this morning around 6:33 AM. I got up drank coffee made last night and made myself oatmeal for a morning meal. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary.

When Carol got home around 8:50 AM I left for a used books sale at a library in Zeeland. The used books sale was a flop but I did buy a few used books to add to the book chaos-here is what I bought this morning-

"A Clearing In The Distance: Frederick Law Olmsted and America in the Nineteenth Century" by Witold Rybczynski

"The Diary Of H.L. Mencken" Edited By Charles A. Fecher

"Without A Hero" Stories by T. Coraghessan Boyle

"Robert Louis Stevenson: A Biography" by Frank McLynn

"Pnin" a novel by Vladimir Nabokov

"Lolita" a novel by Vladimir Nabokov

"Pale Fire" a novel by Vladimir Nabokov

"Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited" by Vladimir Nabokov

"Willa Cather: A Life Saved Up" biography by Hermione Lee

"Critical Models: Interventions and Catchwords" by Theodor W. Adorno

"Claude Levi-Strauss: The Poet In The Laboratory" biography by Patrick Wilcken

After the used books sale I stopped at two thrift stores, but found nothing to stem the death flow.

Last night I basically read the novel "Frog" by Stephen Dixon late into the night. Now it is 12:03 PM Tuesday afternoon. I suppose I will close to wait it out. I am trapped. No way out.

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