Not today, of course, as it is still early. However, on Tuesday, CBD posted Gainsborough’s The Blue Boy, and I remembered it from the book I read in 2009 (Gainsborough by Max Rothschild).
I read it right before my mother died.
It’s funny; I can remember more acutely some books I read in 2009 when my mother died and I moved to Nogglestead than books I read last year. Likely, I tie those books to events and the newness of Nogglestead, and books I read last year I read like those I did in 2010 and following: sitting in my recliner on the lower level.
I’ve gotten to where I look at that, the book thread and sometimes the overnight & ignore the rest. Art thread has shown some great stuff.
I still enjoy his often vulgar take on contemporary politics, but I am of low birth.
Vulgar doesn’t bother me that much; I just get tired of him repeating the same joke. Goldberg isn’t a real conservative and can’t satisfy his wife. Sasse isn’t a real conservative and can’t satisfy his wife. Flake isn’t a real conservative and can’t satisfy his wife. Steve Hayes, Bill Kristol, etc. etc. I’ll confess disappointment in more than a couple of those folks — except for Max Boot, who technically can’t disappoint me because I’d never heard of him before AoS started ragging on him and still haven’t ever read anything he wrote — but the stream of “cuck” insults is insanely boring. I can’t understand who the heck J.J. Sefton is writing about half the time because of the stupid nickname he dreamed up for the person in question. Nobody was quite like Ace when he was good, and the Ace of 2019 is not much like Ace when he was good, either.
Seems like you read it enough to know who Sefton is and his schtick. To be honest, I kind of skim the morning roundups, too.
I don’t mind the repetitiveness, though. Perhaps it’s because I read a lot of genre fiction.
My falling away was gradual ;-)