Thursday, June 11, 2020

the last book I ever read (Weather: A Novel by Jenny Offill, excerpt four)

from Weather: A Novel by Jenny Offill:

I do have one bookish superstitution about my birthday. I like to see what Virginia Woolf said about an age in her diaries before I reach it. Usually it’s inspiring.

Other times…

Life is as I’ve said since I was 10, awfully interesting—if anything, quicker, keener at 44 than 24—more desperate I suppose, as the river shoots to Niagara—my new vision of death; active, positive, like all the rest, existing; & of great importance—as an experience.

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