Bumbling around in the heat

Yesterday
Wrote early in morning at new writing space. ** Found out I’ll be attending a show of The Colbert Report in August, woo! ** Went to dance class after work, sweated like a mofo to Kelly Clarkson (ungh), but at least the lady who usually jazzes it up to nth degree in front row wasn’t there to [...]

High

Wednesday,  May 23, 2007
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Now and then, am unable to breathe because of Ruckus. Even though he has hair and not fur, his romping around in the dog run and pawing through garbage in the street will sometimes trigger an allergic reaction, especially if he hasn’t been given a bath in weeks. So this morning, had to take a Claritin. [...]

Czech views

The Literary Saloon, my daily source and haven for any news related to international literature, points to a film adaptation of another Bohumil Hrabal novel, I Served the King of England. I’m going to devour the film as soon as it’s available here (screw the negative review). Which reminds me: I need to check on [...]

It’s a film!

And
animated!
With puppets!

At one o’clock in the morning

It’s true that I’ve been going to bed at 5:00 a.m. lately, but it’s 1:00 a.m. that means more to me, with how it simultaneously ends and starts the day, how there’s the promise of an intimate discovery at that blended hour.
And if I hadn’t been so enamored of Bohumil Hrabal’s Too Loud a Solitude [...]

Too loud a solitude, indeed

A brief explanation for the name of this blog: I’ve been reading short novels lately, many of them by Eastern European writers such as David Albahari, a Serbian living in Canada in self-exile, and these days the late Czech writer Bohumil Hrabal, on whom you can find comprehensive coverage in James Wood’s 2001 overview and [...]