How appalling, that it has been six weeks since the last newsletter. Appalling because I didn't notice or appreciate the time passing in the way I perhaps should have, and appalling in that there were several happenings from this time period that I could certainly have mentioned to you, would certainly have made for a perfectly acceptable newsletter filling.
If I look at them all at once, these weeks have contained many unusual things, the sort of things that, even as they are passing through you, you recognise that they are unlikely to ever occur again. Comparable, I suppose, to feeling a nostalgia in the moment, even feeling it beforehand, as you see whatever or whoever it is approaching you (arguably all of this is the fault of September).
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
My website looks entirely different, and it's now a much better sort of obvious what I actually do, although the journal page is considerably less exciting (excitement is more likely to be found here and there, at least for now).
I've quietly put a few details about my third book up, Eating the Sun: Small Musings on a Vast Universe, which will be published in the US by Penguin in April 2019—this sounds far away, but I expect we will get around to it with break-neck speed. Nearly all of its loose ends are now tied up: we've almost reached a final decision about endpapers (I have it on good authority that they are delightful), the potential hand-lettering of the back cover copy (or blurb) remains, as do the questions swimming politely in my head about the touch of the book, how it will feel in hands. If you're in the US, you can already pre-order it from various places, depending on your book ordering habits (if I were you, I'd venture out to a local independent bookstore and half-demand that they order some copies in).
(If you're not in the US, fear not, for even at this point I know that it will at the very least be published in Italy, the UK, and Japan.)
AND ANOTHER THING:
Because I feel as though we (collectively, as a somewhat poor excuse for a species, at least on too many days than is acceptable) are doing either an awful lot of seeing without looking, or too much looking without seeing, or both—going around with arms firmly closed and eyes even more closed than that.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
The work of Polish photographer Bogdan Dziworski.
Tomorrow, I will finally travel back to London (having been in the US since early July), and I'm very much expecting to feel overwhelmed by the good-ness and difference of it, the fact that I'm going to be returning to find several months of missing and feeling and catching-up-to-do. But enough of this, enough of that.
The end.
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