Last Book Read: 8. Jack by Marilynne Robinson (Gilead #4). The story of “Jack,” son of Gilead’s Presbyterian minister, and how he came to fall in love with Della Miles, a high school teacher who is also a preacher’s child. There is only one problem, Jack is white and Della is black. It is against the law for the two of them to marry and dangerous even to be seen together. 320 pages. (Finished 3 Apr 2021.)
Taylor Swift dropped a new album on Friday and it is amazing and devastating all at the same time.
So much to unpack. This is an album created in quarantine. Both a return to her earlier pre-pop roots and an exploration into new territory for Taylor. It is a reflection of the strange times we find ourselves in. A time when “the lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction become almost indiscernible.”
I have many thoughts after having listened at least a half dozen times already. Those however are for another day, time, or person.
Last Book Read:
22. Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami. A thirties-ish painter is left by his wife and leaves his past life behind in the aftermath. Eventually moving into the house of his friends father (a famous painter in his own right), he discovers a never seen painting as well as his own desire for painting again. What happens afterwards is pure Murakami. 688 pages. (Finished 29 Dec 2018).
Like you’re walking along as always, sure you’re on the right path, when the path suddenly vanishes, and you’re facing an empty space, no sense of direction, no clue where to go, and you just keep trudging along. That’s what it feels like.