I finished the McCullough book on Americans in Paris. Great. Now I’m reading David Mamet’s new book about his reasons for abandoning liberalism. He’s not as good an essayist as a playwright, but his book is well worth the time.
I’ve been posting stuff on various writing networks. It amazes me how many people out there are writing fiction. The challenge, of course, is how they will find readers. There will be millions of books out there in cyberspace. I will live with the illusion that quality work will find its audience.
If the world is going to pot, you would never know it on the Côte d’Azur . The Russians are here en masse and the yachts seem to fill the little bays. It’s easy to see why this place was a painter’s paradise.