Somehow, even though it deals with many of the same issues, reading Coetzee's Diary of a Bad Year seems like a whiff of fresh air after reading the very well written The Value of Nothing, by Raj Patel, and A Foreigner Carrying in the Crook of His Arm a Tiny Bomb, by Amitava Kumar. At heart, I'm still just a fiction boy after all these years. (Also read the two non-fiction books on various e-readers, and am reading the Coetzee in glorious paper. See the McSweeney's article Juju pointed us to yesterday: After a Thorough Battery of Tests We Can Now Recommend "The Newspaper" As the Best e-Reader On the Market.) And, yes, I put Diary in the same red paper cover I had used for Island at The Center of the World. Thanks for asking.
About the grapes: yesterday morning at 5 AM I was out back and smooshed some while I was walking around and realized that I was surrounded with the smell of ripe grapes. Woof.
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