passed most of the time on the rails in conversation, but I did manage to read The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett. It's the first of his Discworld series of books, published back in 1983, and it is very funny, in that dry, Pratchetty sort of way. Some of you may recall how much I enjoyed Good Omens, the book he cowrote with Neil Gaiman. The Colour of Magic is not half as great as Good Omens, but it seems alright with that. It was, after all, his first book, and authors seem to be the one creative force you can always rely on to improve with age. I have the next book in that series, The Light Fantastic, on my shelf, and I look forward to reading it.Grade: B
Despite the interference of winds, or, perhaps, to spite the interference of winds, I spent the ferry rid
Grade: I am disinclined to post a grade until I have reread the play
For those who would like to know, I am now reading Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. It's a bit longer, so I wouldn't expect a review for a while. The prose is astonishing, and based on what I've read, I'd encourage you to pick it up.
I will conclude by taking a moment to honour the wishes of my host, Dena; I'd like to note at this time that I am writing this entry in Delaware.

2 comments:
Regarding Pillowman: It's odd that you comment on the play's humor. Knowing McDonagh, I'm absotely positive it was there but It's not whats stuck with me. What I remember is the absolutely fundimental kind of storytelling in the play's stories-within-a-story.
They're handsdown the most capivating moments of the play in my opinion. Mostly I'm thinking of Pillowman and Jesus Girl. I've never been able to get the idea of tiny pillow teeth out of my mind.
(I realise it's not called Jesus Girl, It's just been a long time since I've seen the play.)
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