After a day of agonizing heat and humidity, a cold front is in the process of coming through tonight; it's brought thunderstorms with it, and some relief from the sauna-like weather of earlier today.
Tomorrow is supposed to be cooler.
Motherless Brooklyn continues to be an enjoyable read, though I've not been able to devote as much time to it as I'd have liked. On the way from Amazon.com is William F. Buckley's newest book, his autobiography, Miles Gone By. Buckley, whatever one may think of his politics, is a consummate stylist; and I've heard that this book contains a number of essays that don't deal with the political; I'm anxiously awaiting this book's arrival.
I've been agonizing about my own writing; part of my job involves editing, and the writing I'm seeing because of that is in every sense atrocious. I know that reading poor quality writing negatively impacts my style. I'm concerned about this issue because I'm to write a paper on Suttree for the 25th Anniversary Celebration of same that's to be held in Knoxville, Tennessee, this October.
Finding time to reread Suttree and write a coherent, cogent paper about it is not going to be an easy job between now and October. I still have plenty of time, but I need to get to work soon.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
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