January 27, 2016
Spent my whole morning working on a part of a proposal for a job we won’t get.
I’m still puzzling over BOVARY. You really insisted on my education in literature back then and I was sure you’d read the books you were recommending. I can’t imagine doing that on my own!
I just finished THE UNIVERSAL BASEBALL ASSOCIATION, J. HENRY WAUGH, PROPRIETOR, by Robert Coover. Enjoyable, and written as if he was on meth or something, it has such a mad-cap flow. I was touched by the poor soul who’d had the book before me (I bought it used). Obviously a student, because here and there throughout he’d written sophomoric comments about the symbolism such as, “…like Jesus” and “maybe Henry is crazy” and “this is about life.” And then I finally came to one that was so endearing I just broke up laughing: “I’m hopelessly confused.”
Aren’t we all?