I’ve made a decision. I’m going on vacation. Just for a few days. I’ll do absolutely nothing whatsoever except for read and hang out at the coffee shops, the juicery, the public library, and the mall.
I always plunge right into work after the academic year ends, and that’s never a good idea. I’ll force myself to have a real vacation.
I’ve tried doing this in the past but always failed. I’ll report on how it goes.
It took me forever to finish because the novel is 600 pages long, and it’s heavy stuff that I need time to process. But what a powerful book. It’s very autobiographical. Stegner writes about his extremely dysfunctional, abusive family that lived on the margins of society. How they managed to produce somebody who’d become a talented writer is one of the greatest mysteries of human existence. And it’s precisely what makes the novel so fascinating. His father was a murderer, for God’s sake.
Stegner was only 35 when he wrote The Big Rock, which is pretty incredible. It’s a male Bildungsroman of sorts but not of the stale, boring kind. I usually hate anything’s “based on a true story” but this true story is truly irresistible.
What an amazing writer. I’m thankful to my friend R who introduced me to him.
So. Anybody heard of the Ebola outbreak in the Congo? It’s a pretty bad one. It’s not the first and obviously not the last.
Still no interest in the wall? Yes, dying of Ebola is so much better than changing your mind.