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Howard Hughes and the Blustery Day

It's windy, and there are storms coming. Currently, it's 72˚F and mostly cloudy.

I didn't really get the new story started yesterday, but I did find a possible title, "Behind the Wall of Sleep, Below the Starless Sky, Above the Sea of Worms."

Last night, Spooky and I started reading Something Wicked This Way Comes. I haven't read it since she and I read it ten or eleven years back, at the place on Mansfield Avenue in Atlanta. It a novel with the texture of my childhood. When my mother gave me a copy of the book, when I was in junior high school, Cooger and Dark's carnival terrified me. I remember, one night, lying awake listening for the sound of the calliope on the wind. Now, I'm the same age as Charles Halloway, and the book means something new to me and something darker than it ever meant before.

I read "Neither bones nor feet: track morphological variation and ‘preservation quality.’" in JVP.

Later,
Aunt Beast




1:01 p.m.

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Marc D. Goldfinger
Oct. 24th, 2017 03:17 pm (UTC)
Joe Hill
Saw Joe Hill last night at Brookline Booksmith. Great show as usual. Gimmicks, strange umbrellas. Also just bought Sea of Rust by C. Robert Cargill. I've liked other books of his.

I hope you are doing well despite the grey weather.
Peace.
Sam Gafford
Oct. 24th, 2017 04:27 pm (UTC)
Bradbury
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES is one of the most magical books ever written because it manages to speak to us differently depending upon our ages even though the text never changes. The emotions we feel later in life when reading this book are so different than the emotions we felt when we read it in our youth. I know of no other book that accomplishes this so profoundly.
kongjie
Oct. 24th, 2017 06:10 pm (UTC)
Also an excellent time of the year to reread The Halloween Tree.
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