I’ve not been reading much at all in recent months. It’s been bad enough that we’ve let the blog lay fallow, but then both school and work got weird, so reading and writing altogether halted.
The stacks around the house that I’ve been slowly picking at are two books by Raymond Roussel, the new Simon Critchley, and Arreola’s Confabulario, plus about half of what i was reading in August last year.
Pathetic. On the bright side, I started and finished quite a number of things in that time, but it’s still frustrating to see those books lingering around, half-read. Aira’s The Seamstress and the Wind revealed itself hidden between some other books stowed away, and I’ve already read most of it this morning. That needs to be wrapped up today before Varamo can be bought.