Seryozha has challenged me to read some quality literature for a change, instead of the pulp fiction spy stories I generally favour - those wonderful cheap ‘dime novels’ featuring my boys, I mean Men from U.N.C.L.E. – Napoleon and Illya!
(The, “…all-American Adonis and the resourceful Russian...”©TNT.)
I’m a librarian in “real” life so this seems fair enough. Y’know, keeping my hand in and reading the odd piece of classic literature every once in a while…
Still, I maintain that, “there’s no such thing as trashy fiction, only trashy readers”. Sergio knows better and assures me I’ve just got lousy taste. (Drat. Rumbled!)
Which brings me to Franz Kafka’s short story, “A Hunger Artist”, and our experiment in “paired reading”. So far I’ve read the word, “relay”. (Yep, that’s all... Heh, I know, I should be ashamed. This is in no way a reflection on the great Kafka of course!) I claim that this is terribly avant guarde of me. Sergio knows better and assures me that I’m just lazy. (Drat. Rumbled again! Damn the man.) But he’s a swot and read the whole story in about 3 seconds.
Anywho. Serge, today’s word is, “cage”. Your thoughts? Members of the kollektive?
Axasha.
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Friday, 9 February 2007
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