reading: The Smoke Jumper by Nicholas Evans
Book starts off really slowly and halfway through you almost put it down, then you suddenly realize: sometimes it's worth reading something that comes nowhere near the great Prousts or Pasternaks or Poes. Bottom line: sometimes you have to respect the work, the craft, and EVANS has that gift. He proved it in the Horse Whisperer, but now he relies on old-fashioned and tested structures. But that's okay. In order to appreciate the things of beauty, being receptive to everyhting else will get you a long way. We cannot expect only the best, we can strive for it, yet never attain it. So: it's a good read, nothing more, and you're not wasting your time in front of the T.V. at least...
If you have time in Paris: check
- Thomas EAKINS (Musée d'Orsay)
- MONDRIAN: the early works (Musée d'Orsay)
- La révolution surréaliste (Centre Pompidou)
And stay a friday night to go rollerblading along the Seine Quais...
