Literature

I’m on a business trip, one where I actually got some work done. But it’s also in a hotel in spitting distance of the ocean. And it has a pool. And the business part of the trip is done. So I’m drinking margaritas by the pool and reading literary fiction.

Work is hard. Life interferes. And a lot of the reading I meant to do has been pushed out. But now I’m free. And I have another day here, on someone else’s dime. So I dug into my drawer (digital) for some reading. My first try was Best American Short Stories 2020. The next was The O. Henry Prize Stories 2013.

They both lasted about a half hour each.

Now I’m reading Boston Noir 2, edited by Denis LeHane. And I think I’m going to stick with it.

Oh, apologies for the pasty white leg in the featured image. Think of it as gritty realism.