Day Two Hundred and Eighty Nine
I finished Zeno’s Conscience and although I pretty thoroughly despise Zeno, I think Italo Svevo wasn’t half bad. The book is a masterful example of the unreliable narrator. Then I started Dubliners and took a good whack at it. I first read many of the stories in a Lit class and as I go back through I’m reminded of how much you have to read Joyce with a good commentary. Some of the stories would be going right over my head if I hadn’t had the professor’s insights still rattling around in there. Feeling oddly concerned all of a sudden about Ulysses…
Why don’t my children sleep? I’ve never heard of this before. Other people’s children (you know who you are!) sleep 12 hours a night and take long naps while mine might squeeze out 10 hours a short nap. I’m jealous. And confused. It’s not like they are sedentary during the day!