If I
mostly report on my reading that’s because that is mostly what I do. Because I
walk only when I have a companion and then not for very long, I spend much time
at my desk in my very pleasant room. I missed two excellent and very desirable
concerts this week, thanks to the fact that my back has been acting up, for the first time
in quite a few years. The one of those misses was most unusual for me—Ellie
playing the Mozart concerto with her orchestra; hearing her practice it in the
house was not an adequate substitute. The other was her orchestra playing
Fidelio—no loss doing it without the
stilted spoken dialogue. I saw it only once, with Jon Vickers as the
imprisoned Florestan “complaining” mostly in a horizontal posture.
Well, what I am reading is quite different.
A few years ago I put on my Kindle what they call a Sample, a biography of
Disraeli about whom I knew nothing. Now I have started reading the whole
biography by Robert Blake. I’ll have something to say about that before long.
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