Saturday, December 30, 2017


I began reading Factotum in the morning, knowing it would cheer me up to read Bukowski. Later in the day, I decided to give a second try to reading The Turn of a Screw. I don’t know what it is, but there is something about Henry James’ writing that is so unappealing to me and makes him difficult to understand. It’s like talking to someone who coughs every three seconds. Maybe it’s the period. It is a spooky story though. I texted with Stitches, on three subjects she was rather unpleasant. She said I focus too much on my book.