Sobriquet 48.7

The following post was originally published on 11/9/08.

I did it. I finally finished all the criticism I had set aside to read to prepare for my chapter on Disgrace. When Raimond Gaita's quirkily insightful The Philosopher's Dog arrived in the mail this afternoon, I immediately set out to read what he had to say about Coetzee. When I had finished, I did one of those double eye blinks, let out a deep breath, slapped the book covers shut, and sat for a second. Finally.

Finally.

That was a long, long process and, as I have said, I am not looking forward to the long string of days to be spent transcribing notes and highlighting, but I am one very big step closer to the next very big step.

Yesterday, though I did not write anything, was not lost. I continued reading The Rights of Desire, which is fast becoming one of my favorite books on the shelf of stuff I've read this year.

For tomorrow: Read or, better yet, transcribe.