Friday, June 14, 2013

Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.

Making naked eggs. The kitchen, Geilston Bay. June 2013.

The Casualty, Heinrich Böll: A fantastically bleak collection of short stories written just after the Second World War. Böll does a great job exploring life in Germany during and after a rather dark period. B+.

The Successor, Ismail Kadaré: Perhaps the dullest Albanian book I've ever read. Surprising really, given the potential of the subject matter. D.

Making eggs naked. The kitchen, Geilston Bay. June 2013.

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