Here I am in overcast, breezy, wonderful Charleston. Our annual trips for this weekend conference never fail to relax, renew, and settle my weary bones. This trip comes at precisely the right time – after the furious work of The Stone Circle, mid-terms, the beginning of the last push to the end of this semester, and, new this year, the final proofing of the November Issue of Bohemia.
A friend asked me if maybe I have a bit too much work on my plate. I emphatically answered, “No!” I love every bit of what I do. My classes are going well – for the most part – Stone Circle is at the printer, Bohemia is nearly so, and I am now ready for the final four weeks of the semester.
Charleston plays a large role in the truth of what I write.
I brought four books with me. The first, Good without God: What a Billion Nonreligious People Do Believe by Gregory Epstein, is an interesting philosophical history of humanism. I have been dipping in and out of this one for a couple of weeks, and I have decided this weekend will see the end of it.
While on the flight here, I looked at the latest issue of Poets and Writers, and read an article by Ellen Sussman, whose recently published novel, French Lessons, I happen to have and brought as book Number Two. In the P&W article, she writes about the importance of writers writing, as often and as much as they can. So, I spent most of today reading about the adventures of Josie in Paris – my favorite city outside the US. Some might see this as “chick lit,” but I do not. It has a flare of the literary about it, and I do enjoy the occasional romance.
I am excited about Number Three, José Saramago’s last novel, Cain, but the pick of this litter is the 2011 Booker Prize-winning novel by Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending. More later, I have to get back to my reading!