Monday, November 25th, 2002
Finished Paul Auster’s The Music Of Chance last night. Full impressions to come. This morning I started on Iain Banks’ Dead Air – quite a contrast, going from one author who favours a slow, introspective pace to one whose works move at a much more frenetic pace. Auster’s stories tend to exist out of time and place, as self-enclosed dramas unfolding independent of setting (though it’s usually in New York). Banks’ stories are very much the products of their time and place. For example, Dead Air kicks off in the afternoon of September 11, 2001…
Here’s a link to a Paul Auster interview at Salon.com.
My heretofore travel bug is starting to stir. It’s been a bloody long time since I’ve been anywhere interesting. The pics from NYC on Thrown Askew don’t help matters. I really hope that the lineup for next year’s All Tomorrow’s Parties doesn’t disappoint, my current plan is to head down to NJ/NYC next Spring for that.
In case I haven’t mentioned it recently, I really really hate working in Cold Fusion.
np – Velvet Crush / A Single Odessey