From the Barnes and Noble in Union Sq:
- Kobo Abe – The Woman in the Dunes
- J.G. Ballard – Cocaine Nights (I can’t find High-Rise in any bookstore in NYC, I don’t know why)
- J.G. Ballard – Running Wild
- Shirley Jackson – We Have Always Lived in the Castle (I’m halfway through it after my 1.5-hour rush hour trip back home on the bus).
Art-related expenditures:
One (1) : 10x10x2″ canvas
Two (2) : Tubes of oil paint. Cadmium Red Hue, Cadmium Orange
Tonight I shall go to Bootie and to Mondo.
This afternoon, I went with Jonathan and a few of his friends to lunch at L’Ecole, the restaurant of the French Culinary Institute in NYC. Our three-course lunch ended up being two hours of fantastic food and awesome company.
I have a thousand things to do this weekend. Must study hard for my massive Spanish test Monday. Must do a bunch of stuff for the magazine to make actual money. That’s what I’ll be doing Saturday and Sunday.
I want to finish some paintings so I can take them to my dorm room. The place is like a tomb with nothing on the walls.
I’m thinking that this collection of Haydn’s symphonies will inspire me to do actual work, but that’s probably not going to happen. I take the bus in two hours, which isn’t enough to get anything real done, although it’s totally enough time to finish We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
PS: I decided last night that for my short story I’m going to write about the day we took my grandma to the home.
PPS: I adored this passage from We Have Always Lived in the Castle:
When Jim Donell thought of something to say he said it as often and in as many ways as possible, perhaps because he had very few ideas and had to wring each one dry.
This passage reminded me of Crescent City:
All of the village was of a piece, a time, and a style; it was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contenptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant.