A Larger Frame

I’m thinking about reading The Razor’s Edge, by W. Somerset Maugham. The book was mailed to me by a poet-acquaintance in 2011, while he and his wife were in the American Southwest during their extensive travels around the U.S. In 2010, he shipped me a generous gift of 173 books, some of which can be seen in the photo below. As often happens with fellow bloggers, we never met in the flesh, and have been out of touch for several years. Simply put, he stepped out of the picture, and I didn’t look for a larger frame. Two books I have read are in plain view: Dylan Thomas in America, by John Malcom Brinnin, and Richard Brautigan’s In Watermelon Sugar. Wonderful volumes, I’ve kept them in places where I can see their front covers ever since.

Read the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth chapters of Middlemarch, thus finishing Book I of Vol. I, “Miss Brooke,” bringing me to the thirteenth chapter and Book II, “Old and Young.” Page 165.

September 7, 2023.

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