How much do you achieve in a day? Is a day of hard labour in the yard as much of an achievement as a revelation received from reading a page of a book?
Winter Journal - the catalogue of houses lived in by Auster, a memory for them all almost. Is the book an attempt by him to make sense of his life? Haven't read all his other stuff, but isn't all his oevre that? Why is that so fascinating for others - unless all the readers are trying to make sense of their lives too? Of course he was poor and famously unread for a long time, so perhaps it isn't interesting. I'm not wanting to like it, but enjoying it a lot. Nice to read something that doesn't require intense concentration.
Watched the last section of Mystery Road (film). I like Sen's transplantation of the Western ethic onto rural Australia. The sense of hidden menace that pervades the people, and the magnificent indifference of the landscape. Shame the ending is by turns over the top and a bit too enigmatic.
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