A line comes back to Marie-Laure from Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.
Finished All the Light.. the other day, reading it in sustained bursts - on the metro, on the escalator, on the bus, late at night. When I should have been grading papers. But it was captivating. Short, tight chapters. A wonderful puzzle-box plot. Interesting characters. And, of course, lovely Saint-Malo. I remember staying in Saint-Malo, in that hotel along the sea wall to the east of the old city. Watching the sun set as the tide came in and J danced while the waves smashed against the wall. It's a magical place.
Off to San Diego this afternoon. Reading Coming Through Slaughter - to see the origins of Ondaatje's style. This may be my favorite book of his of all... though I was thinking about Divisadero again the other day.
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