Another week down; time flies when you’re enjoying yourself.
For a large part of the day I sat out front in the sun reading M John Harrison’s The Sunken Land Begins to Rise Again, released earlier in the year and waiting on my tbr shelf. As might be expected, it’s slightly offkilter, disturbing and compelling. It is also another that tempts me to chop my fingers of and do something else. (Alternately, this, and Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi are a challenge to do better, a standard to which to aspire.)
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At the time of writing this, there are eleven confirmed positive Covid cases in the emerging White House cluster including, as everyone knows by now, 45 himself. Who knows how this will play out? Amongst those eleven cases are two journalists and a family member of the GOP Chairwoman. There are a number of untested contacts plus all sorts of people who have so far not been identified but who may want to get tested. Given incubation periods and the way the disease is known to progress, it isn’t over for this cluster.
There is a temptation to invoke karma and point fingers, but in the end all I have to say is: what a mess. And what a predictable and preventable mess at that.
Incidentally, I believe the first news that Hope Hicks had tested positive was not issued by the White House, but by Jennifer Jacobs of Bloomberg
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Music: I first encountered Bob Fox and Stu Luckley at a Cambridge Folk Festival, either the seventeenth or eighteenth, I think–the memory fades. I saw them again at least once more, possibly twice, in Edinburgh when the old Edinburgh Folk Festival was a thing. This is an old favourite of mine.
For super nerd points, if you can get pass Stu’s acoustic bass (a Fylde, I think), Bob is playing in DADGAD, but what tune did Bob cunningly adapt for this? (not the instrumental at the end, which is Elsie Marley)
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