Book reading at Cody's, Monday 10/16- Francine Prose on Reading Like a Writer
Sunday skies over Oakland
"How can I, who have not the strength to hold to my own past, hope to save the past of someone else? I picked up my pen and tried to get back to work; I was up to my neck in these reflections on the past, the present, the world. I asked only one thing: to be allowed to finish my book in peace. But as my eyes fell on the pad of white sheets, I was struck by its look and I stayed, pen raised, studying this dazzling paper; so hard and far seeing, so present." J-P Sartre Nausea
