Sunday, September 7, 2008
The rain did come—much of the afternoon, most of the night—and now it has lifted, unveiling a day saturated with wet light.
In the meantime, I finished The Book Thief. I finished, and suddenly I understood why this author, Markus Zusak, moves me just as much as Michael Ondaatje always (even in his imperfections) does. Something I set out to explain in this video, albeit briefly and albeit imperfectly, against the backdrop of yesterday's weather.