Call Me Irresponsible
Last year, it was Call Me By Your Name. James Collins’s novel is different in most but not all ways, yet it is just as intensely pleasurable to read. Thanks to Kathleen, whom I tore away from what she was doing, for taking the snapshot with an unfamiliar camera.
This picture might have been taken at any hour today — aside from the time it took to take Kathleen to see Atonement, across the street, and to make a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches afterward. I didn’t even look at the Times.
Since I will undoubtedly finish reading the novel tonight, no matter how long it takes, I won’t have any excuses for staying away tomorrow. Except, of course, for getting a haircut, if the barber’s open. Looking a little woolly!