I’m tired of winter.
Sometimes I wonder if my writers are aware that editing is not the only thing I do in my life.
I was just taken back to 11th grade, talking about Jay Gatsby with a group of AP students.
So the other Monday I had to appear in court as a witness/victim. The entire process disenchanted me to the workings of the Massachusetts legal system (even more so than before), but it was an adventure of sorts and you can read about it here.
As a side note, I thought of tagging this as “Reviews,” and it kind of is a review of the legal system here in Massachusetts, but then I didn’t want it to get confused with my actual reviews.
Yesterday, I took my first walk in the woods near my dorm since probably November 2015. The weather has been atrocious up until about last week, or when it was nice, I wasn’t on campus, so I have a reason to have not been out, but I still feel remiss about it.
On Thursday the 25th, my university hosted Paul Murray as part of their Visiting Authors series. I went, because there has only been one Visiting Author I didn’t see (I think because I was busy seeing John Darnielle give his own reading, but that could be wrong—all I know is that the two events took place during the same month), and I have some things to say about the benefit of going to literature readings.
This is kind spoiler heavy, so if you haven’t read Wolf in White Van yet (or, rather, don’t know the circumstances of the main characters in the book), skip this post.
I got Wolf in White Van when it came out. There was an event in Cambridge that I went to with my friends (the same ones I would later see the Mountain Goats with a few months later—there might be a trend in which friends go where) where John Darnielle would be reading and answering questions about the book, though inevitably someone would ask a question about his band even though it really wasn’t the venue for it. I think the event for the ticket plus the book came to about $20, maybe $24. In any case, I got it and then…waited. It was, if I recall, a Wednesday, and I wanted to wait until the weekend so I could read it straight through—which I did.