Internet Werk, Conceiving Books
I never realized it but that I surf the web is an aspect of my job has become more than apparent to me over the last few days. I complained about it before but with a lack of other exciting developments I must expound. It's 8:03 pm now and I've been here since 5:30 or so. Checking mail takes time, of course, responding to this and that, investigating this and that, and soon it's 6:30 pm. I chat with a friend on IM and soon it's 7:15 pm. I hunt around for some work related stuff and now it's 8:00 pm. A newly acquired friend in NY asked me a question which I will vary in asking. A friend of hers was talking about Immortality by Milan Kundera, something along the lines of him wishing he'd written it. I usually have too much respect for the authors of my favorite books to muster up the thoughts like that but in my version of the question I'd ask which books you've read have you wished you'd have the ability to conceive?
People who know me will guess my choice right away: Helen Dewitt's The Last Samurai.
8:13:50 PM
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