Book-reading continues on very slowly at the moment, in contrast to film-watching, where I managed to watch 20 films for the second month in a row. I was going to watch a lot of Wim Wenders films, but starting a few of them (notably Room 666 and The State of Things) put me off. He easily slips into the everything-wrong-with-arthouse-cinema category.
Next month: more of the same in both films and books; more Shakespeare. Perhaps, since I’m reading If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller, a little series on post-modern meta-fictional classics (including such modern cutting-edge writers as Unamuno, Diderot and Aristophanes). I have a distate for meta-fiction, so should enjoy it immensely.