Sooo... Night before the sardine pizza I had finished rereading The Solitudes (which I had only known as Ægypt), and that was after finishing rereading the Little Big. I was 1,000 pages into Crowleyana and teetering on the brink of starting to reread Love and Sleep and investing another 500 pages of time. And in fact I did start rereading Love and Sleep. But first I put it into the same paper book cover that I had used for the other two Crowley books. Then I thought, Oh, Why not, and I reinserted each book in turn into the yellow paper cover and photographed each. I was going to post it all, then, but, I don't know, maybe I got tipsy and didn't. Maybe I will tonight. (It's the same cover I used for Nixonland. Only totally different on the inside.)
BUT, wait, there's more: this afternoon at lunch time I decided to take a quick trip up to the green market to find something to cook with ground goat (I'm on a ground goat kick - picked up some very fresh broccoli raab and some shallots - need to find me some hot pepper action. Vinegar? Something.) and who sits down in the subway car across from me, but Dan Levy. Dan Levy about whom I have said so many times over the last decade and a half first recommended to me that I read Crowley. Haven't seen Dan in I think 3 years. Dan!, I say, I was just thinking about you. I just reread Little Big and The Solitudes! And Dan says, Oh, I've never read them. I hear they're great.
Begorrah!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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