October 28th, 2017


I was wearing my broad brimmed red fedora and my mother asked me what I was dressed up as and I said I was dressed up as myself. I have always liked flamboyant hats but it's only recently that I've had the nerve to wear them. In middle age I used to wear baseball caps- which was a cowardly thing to do.

What I'm Reading

I was glad to finish Wuthering Heights. Great book. Emotionally draining.

I'm now reading Algernon Blackwood during the day and Rebecca West at night. 

Blackwood was a prolific writer of short stories.  Some are embarrassingly clumsy, some are rather wonderful. He's at his most convincing when he's out in wild nature- the Canadian lakes and forests by choice. I just finished The Damned- a haunted house story that fits somewhere in the continuum between The Turn of the Screw and the Haunting of Hill House and is good enough to stand with either. 

The only thing I'd previously read of Rebecca West's was The meaning of Treason, her excellent non-fiction study of Lord Haw-Haw and other mid 20th century traitors. The book I'm reading now, The Fountain Overflows, is a novel- first published in 1957- about a magical Edwardian childhood.