Singapore for Christmas day on my mini-Asian tour, this city never ceases to bustle. Even today many of the vast malls are selling hard. I love the energy, and the city is less antiseptic that I remembered.
We are mostly recovered from the trauma that ended with escape from snowbound Heathrow. I do not care to recount the story, it is available from any English media outlet. The twenty-nine hours in the airport, on a stationary aeroplane, in a lounge, and then the long night on a freezing stone floor, should have afforded time for reading Kafka, but in truth I was too frustrated and distracted to read. So, there has been little reading so far. I am enjoying time with family and eating exotic food.
The little reading that I have completed is of Kafka’s 1910-1923 diaries. They are quite outstanding, rewarding slow, respectful reading. I feel like I need never read anything else. My sleeping pattern is haywire, so at four thus morning I caught up, on my iPad, with my blog reading via my RSS feedreader. The posts below particularly struck me:
Mindful Pleasures’ harsh criticism of Kiberd’s Ulysses and Us, partly deserved and funny. The tone of Kiberd’s book is irritating but where it suceeds is to persuade a common reader, like me, that Ulysses is accessible and deeply enjoyable.
ReadySteadyBook brilliantly champions the neglected writing of William Hazlitt.
A soulful Anecdotal Evidence post, which concludes that, “most of the best writers at work in the United States are female.” Patrick Kurp references several that feature on the Reading the Girls list.