I visited the library yesterday and borrowed six books and thank fark I did because today they’ve shut the doors for at least a month at this stage.
Among those books was Michael Connelly’s latest in the Harry Bosch series entitled “The Night Fire” from 2019 which I intend to savour slowly. There’ll be plenty of time to do so.
Just saw this post. I legitimately saw someone find a set in hard rubbish on the weekend.
He was standing there practicing his swing before throwing them in the car.
I was curious as to whether they were a cheap set that someone didn’t rate or a mint set of 1967 MacGregor VIPs that someone had just cleaned out of their grandfather’s estate.
There’s a throwaway scene in a William MacInnes book (who I can heartily recommend, btw. He does ordinary suburban Australia really, really well) where a guy opens the lid of a washing machine put on the kerb for hard rubbish day, and finds it full of…marital aids, and then looks up and sees the curtains moving in the upper level unit front window.
That, or something like it, must have happened, right?
I mean, imagination…sure, but…
It brought to mind a singer-songwriter (can’t recall who it was now) talking about Van Morrison, saying some of his lyrics are so detailed and specific.
Again, suggesting this wasn’t really ‘writing’, this or something like it actually happened to him.