Books on Monday: Starting Out in the Evening
The Neue Galerie, seen from the edge of Central Park.
This Monday morning finds me feeling a bit less behind schedule than I’ve been for weeks. One of these days, I’ll be able to reclaim the portions of my brain that are currently stuck on (a) WiFi signals in my plastered apartment and (b) the sometimes puzzling interactions of my new 8-gig Nano and the Klipsch RoomGroove. It’s time for a new desktop, too; the current one is almost four years old, and it has recently begun a decline into decrepitude that, for once, I am not going to meet with denial.
The writer’s world so lovingly captured in Brian Morton’s Starting Out in the Evening, in contrast, is sweetly innocent of computers, and of technical problems generally — at least those not involving an IV drip.