Somehow, at year’s end and prior to my holiday treat of Faulkner, I think something of an apocalyptic nature is ripe for reading, and so, Blindness is on the table.
Perhaps it is the state of the world, the economy, the rude and lewd that rears its head and overshadows still those that may be forced to do things that at other times they might not do. I think of robberies of Dairy Marts and stealing toys that this Christmas might inevitably bring.
And so to Chekhov, his brief glimpses into human nature that are so relevant in one way or another to each and every one of us.
Ah yes, human nature; that’s what I will learn about these last days of the year.