Last night – Yay finally turned the last page on Athol Fugard’s Tsotsi [forethoughts] last night. But I’m ‘yaying’ not because I couldn’t wait to finish it (far from it, it was quite the literary journey), but rather I was getting frustrated at my taking so long. Done and dusted I’ll posted my ‘afterthoughts’ as soon as I can, but initial thoughts – Enjoyed it. Didn’t go in the direction I thought it was going to, but when do decently written novels ever do that? Fugard’s prose is annoyingly flowery and rambling at times, but what can one expect from a man who known more as a playwright?
08:00 – I better make sure I mix it up a bit tomorrow because I’m getting a bit too predictable. Another two stories from the Mary-Ann Constantine collection – The Breathing (Planet), over breakfast. Kissing Swallows – quite good (about a ‘stalky’ librarian), and Hard as Hail – great title but didn’t really enjoy it (centred on an overworked woman and gossipy presumptions about why the building of her new house hadn’t finished yet).
22:00 – Oh dear not a lot to report reading-wise. When I’m in between novels I like to spent a bit of time catching up on the organising/ blog writing side of things, which is what I’ve been doing for most of the day. A bit of reading time left this evening, so it’s a toss up between Maupassant and Pushkin.
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