State Street

Just after midnight, sitting in the dark, a book open on the iPad before me, and listening to Beethoven’s piano concerto number one, I believe fate had nothing much in store for me except momen...

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/fate-and-ghosts/

State Street too.

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2012/03/26/a-link/

I wish I had a chronicle documenting every book I have read during my life–nothing fancy, just a sentence or paragraph or two with my reactions to the book–a sort of “the feeling of what ha...

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2011/12/20/books-a-chronicle-of-the-feeling-of-what-happens/

When I first met her. Real easy to remember.

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/v-2/

At 9:20 AM Tue, 15 Nov 2011 I finished reading the whole of Proust’s In Search of Lost Time.  What began as a project born of vanity ended with gratitude that I had lived long enough to finish...

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2011/11/15/proust-i-cant-believe-i-read-the-whole-thing/

It is desire that engenders belief, and if we are not as a rule aware of this, it is because most belief-creating desires–unlike the desire which had persuaded me that Albertine was innocent–...

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2011/11/05/the-desirebelief-causality-direction/

For some odd reason that I don’t know, I feel insanely quietly relaxed–as though a fever broke.  The night beckons me to sit in the easy chair and read Proust.  I’m toward the end of The ...

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2011/11/04/oddly-relaxed/

She’s a young bartender at one of the local restaurants.  Yes, her boobs are spectacularly big.  But she’s pretty and nice too.  You are so smitten.  It makes you wish you were young and ...

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2011/11/04/spectacularly-attractive/

I finished the latest Mirakami novel this afternoon. (Two thumbs up.). Now, I’m reading In Search of Lost Time and For Whom the Bell Tolls, flipping back and forth between them. And I want to t...

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2011/11/03/flipping-back-and-forth/

Close to 1:30 in the AM.  All the lights are off in the buildings around me.  I’m ready to start reading again.  Who knows what hour in the AM I will cease reading? Insomnia.

https://statestreet.wordpress.com/2011/11/02/am/