"...These places in my dreams have a precise topography, but they are completely different. They may be mountain paths or swamps or jungles, it doesn't matter: I know that I am on a certain corner in Buenos Aires. I try to find my way."
- "Nightmares", SEVEN NIGHTS, Borges, Jorge Luis.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Note to Jenny

Jenny,

Bless your heart for checking out my blog. I've been busy this winter with a respiratory illness, a torrid love affair, and an ongoing search for the perfect anti-aging cream. For once - and this cannot last long, I know - my own life is as exciting as a Fitzgerald novel.

I have, however, been reading - Hurakami's latest short fiction, Borges essays in SEVEN NIGHTS, and the advice column at salon.com. No re-reading of Fitzgerald, though I'm sure it'd knock some sense and fresh air back into me.

Just for you, though, Jenny, I will take a few peeks at THE GREAT GATSBY today and make some comments. I may even finish the Hurakami anthology. Comparing those two would be interesting. . .

Take care, and thanks again for checking in.
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