Once more I have a raft of open browser windows across the top of my screen. I haven’t made much progress on the footy scarf I’m knitting for my husband’s boy. Luckily I told him it would probably be ready for next season. The reason why I’m going slowly with this project is mainly because the knitting pattern requires more attention (K2, P2 for those up on knitting lingo) than the other project I’m working on (just K, K, K, K). Here is a pic of what will be our blanket (my daughter is in on the action):
I did ballet as a girl. Probably only for a couple of years but it seemed longer. I went to a place run by a married couple, to Sollymossys (spelling?) and got up to points and then stopped cause it was too hard. The end of year concerts seemed to consist of all the ballet students providing backdrops to the two Sollymossys, who would dance in the middle and we would be trees at the back, or peasant girls picking flowers or seahorses, dashing through in diagonal formation. For a long time now I’ve believed that inside of all of us is the child we once were, and inside of me is a girl who loves ballet, which is why I’m considering doing this:
Anybody want to come with me?
Ulysses. I don’t think there’s another book that I am so determined to read before I die. I’ve tried a couple of times. The furthest I got was listening to it in audio as I drove to Adelaide and back by myself a few years ago. So I either need to go for a bigger drive or set aside a chunk of time and set myself to it. Someone at my book club is in another group and they are doing Ulysses – how fabulous. There was talk of doing Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, but there weren’t enough takers. I would love to be in a group that did longer works, so if anyone wants to start something up, let me know!
I read on twitter one person who read it in a day.
Here are a couple of posts from Bloomsday on the 16th, both from Biblioklept, probably my favourite bookish blog:
I found this blog recently, called Write Like Rowling. I haven’t had time to look through it properly but this post, called Rowling’s Life as an Author: What it Was Really Like Writing HP looks very interesting. One thing seems to becoming clearer and clearer to me: that regardless of what type of writing people are doing, genre, non-fiction, memoir, any long-form project requires the same amount of dedication, persistence, attention to craft and so on. And reading about other writers and their experiences of getting it done is really inspiring and affirming.
Author and blog buddy Tracy Farr is going this year and she is the inaugural festival writer-resident. She’s appearing on several panels and will enjoy not just the writerly atmosphere of Mildura during the festival but the fab climate, good eating and beautiful location of the place. I joked last year that this is a secret I wanted to keep on the low-down but honestly, it’s such a solid drive from Melbourne, I think the distance keeps anyone other than the most determined of us away. It’s the distance that’s keeping me away this year, but I’m happy I’ll be meeting up with Tracy in Melbourne Town.
Reading: I know it will shock or confound some of you, but I am almost finished with a third or fourth re-read of Donna Tartt’s THE LITTLE FRIEND. I know, I know. What am I thinking? This is a book that has been described as the least-successful of Tartt’s books, and it’s a book that when I first read it, I didn’t know what to make of it and was disappointed with the ending. But each time I read it I see more and am dazzled by the density of what she’s attempted: the themes, the characters, the narrative and plot. And before you ask ‘why’, I’ll say ‘it’s for research’ – I am trying to see how she has done it. It’s ambitious and sweeping in scope. I think I just love people who have a go and try and I think it’s my favourite of her books. With GOLDFINCH I think she has scaled herself back to make it more popular, more accessible to the common reader (not sure that worked either).
I wonder if other people return to books over and over, and not just for reasons of love?