69 bar falls 29.80 1mh SSE dew-point 53 sunrise 6:11 sunset 8:25 Lughnasa
Waxing Gibbous Corn Moon moonrise 1816 moonset 0130
Finished Alive in Necropolis. A fascinating book, part ghost story, part coming of age story, part police procedural set in Colma, California. Colma, California is not just anywhere; it is where San Francisco chose to bury its dead. There are way more dead people in Colma’s 17 cemeteries, 1.5 million, than citizens, 1, 280. This one I read almost straight through. It kept what John Gardner calls the fictive dream alive.
Feels good to have read the last two nights rather than watch TV. I might let it become a habit. I love fiction, write fiction. That’s not to say I don’t pick up non-fiction, in fact, I do. Quite a bit. Some folks I know rarely read fiction. I rarely read non-fiction books through in the same way I do novels. I tend to treat them as resources, reading them more in the manner of college reading. I seek the big ideas, the general arc of the argument. Sometimes, I’ll finish them, but rarely.
Kate is home, the night is pleasant. The kids are healthy, the grandkids, too. And the dogs. The gardens productive and the flowers are beautiful. A good now.