This day was actually quite cruisy and nice. I came down with hayfever in the middle of it so took an avil and had an hour long nap.. or tried to, with concrete jammering happening 20 metres from my bedroom window. As I half-slept I half-dreamt I was still reading Lolita but was at the end. I read (in my half-dream) the following sentence:
I carefully looked up the phrase “pea-launderer” on the morning of my execution.
Nonsense! Of course I’ve finished Lolita and am now reading Snow White by Donald Barthelme, which is the best book in the entire Universe. It really it is. I love the shit out of it. I first read it EXACTLY 7 years ago today fancy that, but did not appreciate it then as much as I do now. It is inspiring me I want to write experimental fiction. This is my genre!