I have started a new novel. A good novel. A serious novel about a serious topic that will resonate with the wider reading public and secure me enough goodwill to return to dicking around with sci-fi for a few years before people go, ‘We had high hopes for him, but I guess he was a one-serious-novel-wonder’. That is the dream.
As well as finally getting out of Berlin for the first time since February, I’ve done a lot of reading this past month. There was The Fight by Normal Mailer (problematic, but historic), Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (one of the best novels I’ve ever read), Fat City (hard-boiled wonderland) and Factfulness (eye-opening), plus a handful of worthy indie books. All in all, my creative batteries are recharged, I’m not worrying so much about following up on By the Feet of Men, and I have enough projects to keep me busy until at least the end of the year. Maybe after all the dark times, 2020 will end up having a Return of the Jedi ending after all.
Music? Music:
oh sure, i’m waiting for a train. THE GHOST TRAIN.