Current
Wool, by Hugh Howey
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy
The Room with No Doors, by Kate Orman
Up the Walls of the World, by James Tiptree
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Last books finished
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Divided Loyalties, by Gary Russell
The Strangest Man, by Graham Farmelo
The Professor, by Charlotte Brontë
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Last week’s audios
Tom Baker at 80, interviewed by Nicholas Briggs
Mind Games, by Justin Richards
Next books
Edward Gibbon and Empire, ed. Rosamond McKitterick
Angela’s Ashes, by Frank McCourt
Camera Obscura, by Lloyd Rose
Interesting. I find their handwriting difficult at best. I can read the italic hand at regular speed– but the secretary messes me up.
It seems to me, that the simplest thing is that everyone is who they said they were. Shakespeare was himself, and wrote his plays. Also poor Marlowe was himself, and died in 1593, as described. (Although I think he was murdered on purpose.)
Oftentimes writers seem quite ordinary when they are about the town suing people, (as Shakespeare did.) He probably just seemed like a regular guy. But I bet he was very good at getting other people to talk about themselves. And I bet he asked a lot of very good questions.