A very brief letter to November:
Nearly done, almost there, almost done with you. Was I as kind to you as I should have been? I don't know if I can answer that. Were you as kind to me as you should have been? I don't feel that you were. We can just agree to go our separate ways now, I think it will be best. Look towards the turning over of another year from opposite ends of the earth, that sort of thing.
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
I will now definitely certainly be in Rome for the Più libri più liberi book fair, speaking a week today in Sala Elettra at 3:30pm. There will be readings in Italian (so they might be reading something entirely different, who really knows) from the Piccolo libro illustrato dell'universo, and I will talk at length to Ilaria Piperno, who is responsible for translating (beautifully) all three of my books into Italian.
Another book proposal is on the can't-quite-see-it horizon, and for reasons mostly unknown this one feels like running little and often and quickly at a brick wall.
BOOK LOCATIONS:
I have likely done a poor-to-sub-adequate job of explaining where the different editions of Eating the Sun can be found, and so below are links to publisher pages of the available ones (more foreign language versions are en route). Then below these book editions is a brief list of a few places in London that I believe for certain sure stock the book, if you are in that neck of the woods. At the top you'll find two museums and Somerset House ('a cultural platform for art'), and then a handful of independent bookstores in various parts of the city.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
The photography of James Acai. (For those of you who follow me on Instagram, this likely will not come as a surprise—I know that my Stories on there are an endless variation on this kind of theme.)
The end.
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