I bought myself a Christmas present at Exclusives yesterday, something I have been wanting for a while. The complete Simon Gray Diaries. Well, I only bought two, the first two, and I'm well into the first, reading very slowly. What fulsome, light, anacoluthic writing! If anyone is in doubt about the meaning of that word, read Simon Gray's Smoking Diaries. The pages are full of pauses, dashes, changes of direction, shifts of feeling, laugh out loud bits, reflective pauses. Oh it's good. There are only four, so I will buy the last two in a while. Sadly, the final one, called Coda, is posthumous. He died earlier this year (I think). Remember the play Butley? That's the man.
BTW, I know it's Christmas and holidays but really girls, don't you ever go onto your computers for fun? Not one comment. Not one response. V disappointing.
Pups are a week old, eyes tight shut, enormous monsters each one of them and looking more like German Shepherds by the day.
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