![]() ![]() Since June, I’ve run my eyes across the pages of almost thirty. Like Sebald’s narrator in The Rings of Saturn, there’s an ’emptiness that takes hold of me whenever I have completed a long stint of work’, and one of my ways of dispelling it is basically to binge on books. It’s been six weeks since I started again on the next-to-final proofs, and a fortnight or so since I finished the job. Reasons? It’s been 12 weeks since I began going over the early proofs of my new novel, line by line, making adjustments. For the most part, it hasn’t summoned from me the quality of attention to make the reading material stick. ![]() But I hesitate because, these last few months, I’m not sure how much of my habit of looking at words meets the threshold for ‘reading’. ![]() I wish I could say straight-up what I’ve been reading. ![]()
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