December 14, 1997
We're going through a partially slow weekend. I slept in Saturday, and then managed to get through "Whispers in the Darkness" again. I think I know more about what's wrong with the piece now. I'll get serious about fixing it over the next day or two. Lisa is up to her elbows in copyediting a major work for Ballentine. I'll not say anything else, as I think she would be upset if I drop names. :) I've spent the past few hours today playing with some web stuff. Sometime in the next couple weeks I'll be "releasing" portions of my photo gallery. Yee-haw, I hear everyone saying. Sowly getting caught up in my reading. Not much else going on. I guess this is as good of a time as any to delve into a book I've recently read. My parents lent Lisa and I The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje. We both read the book, and then watched the movie--neither of us had seen it previously (we're obviously not huge movie people, eh?). The movie was probably wonderful. But the book so far overshadowed it for me that I just couldn't get over the hump with the movie. By all means, read this book. Michael Ondaatje's style here is touching. His use of language is pristine. Every word is the right word, and as you read, you begin to want to read it aloud merely for the way the words rub against each other. This is Kip's book, and Hanna's--whereas the movie is the patient's and David Caravaggio's. It is haunting, touching. Lovely, terrifying. Every character is finely drawn, every odd circumstance is perfect. I wish I could have written this book. By all means, read it.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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