The Walls That Hold
Thanks for all the good wishes last night, they cheered me up. I slept reasonably well and felt somewhat better this morning than I did yesterday, though I’ll take an early night tonight too. I probably wouldn’t notice in summer, but with every day a grey, damp day, and with more heavy rain over last night, I suspect half of this is as much psychological as whatever cold bug has taken up residence. Dreich inside and out.
Anyway, I spent time on the settee this morning finishing that Star Wars novel, or at least a novel set in that universe; it was space opera, but well-written space opera. I’ve read four SW novels now, and this was the first that had obvious merit as a piece of professional writing. Alan Stivell was on my headphones, as he often is.
This afternoon I decided to push myself to give John Lennon’s Plastic Ono Band album from December 1970 a second chance. On a whim, I decided also to listen to Yoko Ono’s Plastic Ono Band album released simultaneously. You’ll never guess what happened next!
Outside of my little Lemsip bubble, our government continues to be a shower of bloody fools, London goes into tighter lockdown as the vaccines begin to be rolled out, the Electoral College votes are being cast and no doubt lots else is happening. I’m off to try and finish the New Scientist cryptic crossword and get another early night.
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John le Carré, RIP. The most recent of his novels I read was A Legacy of Spies (2017). Its first three chapters are a writing masterclass.
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Music: I’m not a great fan of U2, but they have one or two songs I like and for some reason I’ve had this one on my mind this evening. The album it came from, The Joshua Tree was sequenced by the late Kirsty MacColl. When Bono asked her how she’d decided the track order, she said she put the songs she liked at the beginning and the ones she didn’t at the end. This was the opening track, and Kirsty was right. Where The Streets Have No Name. I was going to post the Pet Shop Boys version, but this one won.
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