A fine enough Friday

Given that I spent the very beginning of this week lying sick in bed, I’m quite happy that the rest of it passed by so uneventfully.

Tonight, I finished reading the second volume of Walter Simonson’s run on Thor. It’s maybe less heady and flashy than some of the bigger comics of the day, less groundbreaking than, say, your Alan Moores. But it’s really well plotted, full of lots of great and weird ideas, and good fun.

Meanwhile, I’m also slowly reading William Faulkner’s Sanctuary, which I’m also quite enjoying, although Faulkner definitely requires an investment of concentration. There’s a wonderful moment in this interview with him in which he’s asked, “Some people say they can’t understand your writing, even after they read it two or three times. What approach would you suggest for them?” Faulkner’s response? “Read it four times.”

I’m still only about a third of the way through the book, therefore — meaning I’ve so far only read 9 of 1 books for the year — but I quite liked this short exchange:

“….I be dog if he ain’t skeered of his own shadow.”

“I’d be scared of it too,” Benbow said. “If his shadow was mine.”