I read The Lost Symbol over a couple of evenings shortly after it came out in September. I found myself wondering the same thing as I did after reading each of Dan Brown’s other books: Why did I get sucked in? Why spend money on a book I knew would be disappointing? If I am […]
Archives for November 2009
One Flu Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
A few days of my life have been stolen by the new flu. At least, the doctor thinks it was H1N1 although we have to wait ten days for the provincial labs to return the test results, by which time it will all be irrelevant. A week ago Monday, I got the feeling I might […]
Remembrance
One might say, at a stretch, that I am a survivor of WWII, as a piece of shrapnel penetrated our Anderson shelter during an air-raid in the first week of my life and parted my mother’s hair as she held me in her arms. Even though I don’t remember that or anything else that happened to me […]
New Look — Old Issue
Yesterday, I dyed my hair. It’s not as dramatic an opening sentence as «Hier, maman est morte», Yesterday, Mommy died, from Camus’ L’Etranger, but it’ll serve to let you know my frame of mind. Anyway, the new look has a lot to do with the ‘old’ issue. By that I mean the issue of growing […]