My reading is increasing, an activity I can perform in front of the fan. I have a new app, Everand, which allows me to read almost any book online, just for my subscription fee. I am reading the letters of E.B.White, who writes cooling correspondence about his life, mostly in Maine. I am also reading Weiwei-isms* by Ai WeiWei, and just finished Rebecca West’s Harriet Hume, in real book form. What I would give to be able to read all books in paper format. There is something about darting back and forth to help me recall who’s who, and when something took place. I can’t do that easily online, but probably younger people can. I couldn’t afford all the “analog” books I want to read, in any case.
My next undertaking will be the letters of the poet Ted Hughes. He wrote tons of letters. Can you imagine there will ever be a book called “the emails of” ? I can’t. But I suppose that is what Substack will be for.
*If Shakespeare were alive today, he might be writing on Twitter (2010) |