More words of sighing grace from my fab read of the week (month?),
all in the spirit of what this blog set out to do five and a half years ago:
offer advice and words of passionate belief (if not wisdom), occasional
witticisms, on the following topics: Running, ’Riting, and Reading.
This novel by Kevin Barry, “Beatlebone,” is proving to be so
quotable, especially during these trying days in both the political and social arenas.
How to keep your head when others are losing theirs. This is the latest in the
timeless dialogue between Cornelius (Our man Friday) and his charge, the
imagined John Lennon (Lennon tees off below):
I lost my father. He went
away.
We all lost our fucken
fathers.
I lost my mother. She
went and died.
We all have dead
fucken mothers.
So tell me how do you
get by, Cornelius!
It’s simple, John. I
listen to what’s around me.
Okay …
And then?
Yeah?
I react.
You listen. And you
react.
Because everything you
need in the world is there to be heard.
You have my interest,
Cornelius.
You can see very
little in the world, John. But you can hear fucken everything.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone !
Next: Running for
Your Life: Slow But Sure
