Flight of Fancy

Salvador Dali, Passionate Woman

I have been accused of being capricious. I make no bones about the fact.

Nothing moves me above and below like the written word. Contrary to my last post, I could do without them all.

This is who I am reading. He is my new paramour des mots.

Howard Jacobson.

I don't recall the last book I've read that kept me smiling and giggling throughout. And I'm only on Chapter 3.

To the question "Are you a Jewish Jane Austen or an English Philip Roth?" he replied:

"I am their love child."

God help me.


Chowder