What a month this has been! I have not blogged at all simply because I have had not a thought worth threading. On top of various other circumstances, my husband and I have the worst cold ever - still going strong after over two weeks. Surely it is time for the wheel to turn.
In an article on the wondrous television series The Killing, today I was reminded of a quote from Nietsche (not someone I normally turn to at periods of despair) about those who look into an abyss having the abyss look into them. This reminded me that one contributes to the luck one experiences, and that a positive outlook is what is needed.
Meantime I have been reading: Sara Paretsky Body work, the new V.I.Warshawski, Donna Leon A question of belief, Val McDermid Trick of the dark, Alice Thompson The falconer, and I am nearly at the end of Jane Smiley's wonderful Private life. These have sustained me in a pleasantly cosy cocoon while my fingers and creative brain have been idle. I have Lindsay Davis's Nemesis and an author new to me: Camilla Lackberg with her detective Patrik Hedstrom in The ice princess to help me back to full brain power.
Just before the Jane Smiley I read a book of many delights: Muriel Barbery's The elegance of the hedgehog. This is a beautiful book, full of detail, humanity, philosophy, and for me incredible sadness. Already inclined to be weepy if not wail-y these last weeks, this book had me in a deluge. But I loved the book, and immediately ordered The Gourmet, which I shall try before long.
With all these straws clutched, I'm sure that I will have fashioned a fair basket before the end of Spring!