After a very long time she has finally put her face under a train and the book is all but over. Not only has this book taken all of my recent time but I've been reading it for such a long time that I'm going to miss reading it. It's so incredibly written each character with their own sense of logic is so right. A point where Levin is hunting and we are given a chapter from the perspective of Laska, his dog, is so wonderfully observed a narrative. It has also managed to get me to write more of this damn film script I've been trying to write for a good deal of time for my film course. I can't help but think, if I was a bit more Russian I would probably travel on trains more often.
Today I have also watched LifeSpam, a sketch show on BBC iPlayer, which apart from being filmed all about my area includes Steve Brody, a man most watchers of notable recent comedy will probably have seen at some point in a Ricky Gervais or Steve Coogan related program playing some small part and never realising who he is. LifeSpam is hopefully not another BBC sketch show that only sees the light of day two or three times before we see no more. I miss Cowards.
"But there'll alway be a hole, a deep hole inside of me, nothing will really fill that hole. I mean Rob fills that hole a little bit, but not enough, not like a child fills that hole." a woman who has abandoned her son in Calais.
I am also slowly becoming more and more addicted to Bach.