Day Three Hundred and Fifty Nine
OK, Christmas was nuts. Fun but crazy. The boys loved all their presents, were a little overwhelmed and hyper and were as adorable as could be. Jared ran off with the camera again (naturally) so you all will have to wait a bit to enjoy the cuteness.
Kafka is almost done and I really want to throw something at him! I also want to throw something at the publishers/editors/translators that all think every single word he wrote was worthwhile. Like Nabokov Kafka is an undeniable talent. One just wonders if that talent was bent to the best use. He does powerfully evoke a sense of futility, and considering the futility of living in a totalitarian and bereaucratic society I suppose that evokation is purposful. Still…he is a drag to read…
Six days, three books…