![]() ![]() As one enthusiast of her work says in the NY Times: “It should be boring, but it’s invigorating to see the most quotidian things through Brookner’s intelligent eyes.” This doesn’t seem much, but it sets the tone perfectly, it offers us a vista, which is immediately smudged out. But who knows what it is that draws one to a book at a certain time.īrookner has me at the first sentence: “From the window all that could be seen was a receding area of grey.” I feel a bit stupid for not having read her before now, especially since I have a friend with impeccable taste who’s been telling me to do so for years. ![]() ![]() This is my first, and I know I’ll be binge-reading many more of them. Many of you will have read it, and maybe read all of Anita Brookner’s 24 novels. Thankfully, I took some photos of this book I’m so in love with, before it snowed. But there’s always next week for that, and there’s always Instagram. I could be writing about the snow we’ve had in Edmonton, and I’ve taken a lot of photos of the stuff. ![]()
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