The other day I finished a Paul Auster novel, “The Book of Illusions”. It had been a while since I read one of his books, but he is a wonderful writer. I just need reminding sometimes. It has been many years since I read the “New York Trilogy”, but that is one of those books that stick in your mind, one of those baffling books that set you thinking. I’m still not sure I understand it at all, and I really should read it again. This new one is about a silent movie star, it is full of strange events and characters, a wonderful story.
Yesterday we buried our little Moritz. There is an old cemetery not too far from where we live, no longer in use, but maintained well, with lots of old trees and plants. It is a beautiful site, it feels like it was left behind in time at some point. We got permission to bury him in a small corner near the edge of the site, away from the graves but near a couple of benches. A good place for him to rest.
Last night I watched Bill Nighy on “Parkinson”. I loved him in “Love, Actually” and have always felt he was underestimated. I’ve seen him on stage and he is one of those actors you remember. I am glad to see he is enjoying success now, and am even more glad to see that he is a nice and funny man. He doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously, and I like watching a man like that.
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