I’m giving up on Ratner’s Star for now. I’m just not seeing the point. DeLillo is no Pynchon or Wallace, and I just can’t devote this much time and effort to him for so little payback.
It’s too cold and wet to go running tonight.
I’m going to the dog park tomorrow, so that’ll be fun.
I’m starting 100 Years of Solitude, another aporia in my doctoral reading lists. Márquez is astounding.