I spent the day doing not much of anything, mostly because of the dreary weather and because my Sunday writing group was canceled. And yet, here I am, the day all but ended and the hours all but spent. I’m just sitting here, listening to some early Tom Waits, and failing to finish the Sunday crossword.
I was thinking maybe I’d find something to say about Jhumpa Lahiri’s Interpreter of Maladies, which I finished reading last week, but beyond saying that I really liked it, or that the stories in it are all masterfully done, I don’t know that there’s a lot to share. Even saying which stories I liked in particular won’t offer much, since there’s not a wrong note in the collection and it’s tough to pick a favorite. I’ll definitely have to check out Lahiri’s other books, including her novel, The Namesake.
Okay, back to not finishing that crossword.