Burning That Candle
I can’t say I’m really enjoying this latter part of the novel. It seems contrived and predictable, but I’m determined to finish it, so I’ll just keep plowing forward and then see what I think when the dust clears. It’s probably not helping that I decided to re-read Brideshead Revisited* after writing this post. I am just blown away by Evelyn Waugh’s virtuosic characterization and dialogue—and his seamless exposition. If I had time I’d reproduce some of it here, but B and I are off to see The 40-Year-Old Virgin at one of the pizza-and-beer movie theaters. We are both in need of some lowbrow entertainment.
Word Count as of this very moment: 45,328 words. Need 50,000 by Midnight November 30.
*Actually, I’m not reading it really. I’m listening to Jeremy Irons read it to me while I do other stuff like put laundry away. It's nice to have Jeremy Irons at my beck and call, I must say. Time—I don’t have enough of it!