Nothing happening. That's right---time seems to have stopped. No tasks today (unless you think taking two bags of garbage out to the garbage can outside your house is a task), and no plans to leave the neighborhood. So there is only one thing to do: read, read, read. What are my choices.
1. Another short story by Deborah Eisenberg, from her short story collection, Under the 82nd Airborne. She is really good, but do I want to read another of her reflective stories right now/
2. For one dollar I have just bought a book about Bobby Knight, a famed University of Indiana basketball coach. This one, called A Season on the Brink, by John Feinstein, well respected sports writer from DC, follows him through the 1985-86 season. Looks like a good page turner; I enjoy reading about basketball, and needed a change from the Wes Moore book, which chronicled the five days after Freddy Gray's funeral. Don't need another book that focuses on social justice right now; Moore's book is incredibly strong. But I have to take a break. Feinstein's book might absorb me in a more relaxed way.
3. When I bought The Sound Inside at Barnes and Noble last week, I also bought an Agatha Christie mystery. This one is called Spider's Web---I know nothing about it except that it should be good escapist material, which is what I need now
4. Return to the play that haunts me: The Mask and the Face---I am giving it to my friend Sarah to read probably tomorrow---I should at least read Act I over again before giving it to her. This is the most complicated of the three acts---I want to be a little more clearer about the way it develops.
So that is it. Which will I do? Not sure--time to leave the apartment and sit on a shady bench in Riverside Park and get some reading done. What about another trip to Brooklyn? Had fun yesterday, for some reason a little bit too self protective today. But that could change later. Will report soon.
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