The good news: Ruth Bader Ginsburg is still alive. The bad news: Marianne Faithfull is hospitalised because of Covid-19. May she get well soon. In the meanwhile, let us concentrate on staying sane on board the train wreck.
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No need to play the old “Desert Island” -game anymore, now is there? We are living it now, dear people. Too late to make lists about people you’d pick to accompany your hypothetic séjour at a remote island. Look around you. Sorry. That’s what you’re stuck with until at least about June.*
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I can be a finicky book-byer, and usually do not buy fiction online. Exceptional times, exceptional measures. I made two pacts with myself in the beginning of the lockdown: 1. No drinking wine alone. (Zoom hangovers, anyone?) 2. Netflix only when I have exhausted all other entertainment in the world. (I know myself, and I have no self-restraint and/or -discipline.)
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The skin on my hands is starting to resemble filo, or phyllo, pastry because of all the washing. Apart from anxiously reading the updates there seems to be little else to do to pass the time. Except possibly moisturising. Current favourites on an extremely heavy rotation:
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After about a year of solid grey skies and rain the weather shows no intention of changing. It’s not yet warm enough to ditch the woollen winter coat, which means everything smells like a damp sheep. To further dampen the spirit, Elizabeth Warren stepped down and after years of predictable everything, it seems the whole world is in a weird turmoil which no longer can be blamed on mercury on retrograde.
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I re-read Mary Gaitskill’s novella “This is Pleasure” as I found it the other week as a nifty little hard cover. It was originally published in the New Yorker last summer.
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