Shedding the bad
I did it — I have put aside the three partially read books that I own, and this morning I walked to the downtown library (2 miles each way) to return 2666. In their place, I have borrowed the Deptford Trilogy by Robertson Davies. I spent about half an hour sitting in the sun at the library, checking whether it was worth borrowing the Davies, and it absolutely is! I started the year with A Prayer for Owen Meany, and I’m finding some similarities in the style of that book and the Davies trilogy.
Funny — I actually saw Robertson Davies give a talk at Georgetown when I was there. I’m pretty sure it was 1991 — the year the Consort was on the West Coast and I was finishing up my degrees all by my lonesome. I don’t remember sitting with anyone, so I think I was alone, which would make it that solo year. And I think he read from the Deptford trilogy — although in my head I thought the pregnant woman hit with a snowball died (that isn’t the case).
He’s already made me chuckle with some of his descriptions. I’m glad I have cut the dead weight and moved on.