I remember those writers whose work I read when I do not wish to be inspired, or excited, or demolished but when I simply need to read the finest and best literature.  They offer me a cool glass of water – refreshing, rejuvenating, calming.  Wonderful, but they don’t make my heart beat.  Coetzee.  Auster.  Mahfouz.  France.  Nabokov.  Roth (Joseph).

-27 April 2015

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