I love it when I’m reading a book and it has me exploring things I know little or nothing about. In this case, I’m reading Peter Høeg’s The Quiet Girl. I will always love Peter Høeg because he wrote Smilla’s Sense of Snow, so I read The Quiet Girl because of another love. I’m not going to review the book, because it’s been out for a long time and no one needs another review of it. Instead, I wanted to talk about all the music I’ve listened to since I started reading it. Right now, for example I’m listening to Itzhak Perlman play Partita in D Minor on YouTube. The piece ends with the Chaconne which is supposed to be one of the all time great pieces of music written for solo violin. I couldn’t tell you if that’s true because my knowledge of classical music is limited at best, but as with art, I know what I like, and this is a very beautiful piece of music. All of the music discussed and described in this book is amazing, but this might be my favorite. You should listen too.
Or I suck at parking in them. Either way, I say if you get circular scrapes on your car door from a column, add a Tasmanian Devil sticker, and act like you meant to do that.
All the other azaleas in our yard seem to understand it’s September, but this little one feels spring in the air.
We vacation with friends the first week of September. We go to the Outer Banks, rent an ocean front house, and spend a week with people that we don’t see often enough. I think of this trip as the end of summer. It’s often followed by hurricane drama, except when we’re unlucky, and it’s interrupted by hurricane drama. After this trip, the holiday season starts and my social calendar gets filled up, although usually not with all the same people. Not the same way. There is no other part of the year that is filled with lazy hours of casual conversation with opportunities for spontaneous discovery, the kind of conversations it was so much easier to have when young and unencumbered. That’s the real beauty of the beach. It’s an opportunity to roll back the clock, in a weird way, for a fleeting glimpse at a less responsible time. I wouldn’t want a steady diet of it, but it sure is nice for a little while.
Like Anakin Skywalker, I don’t like sand, but I love these people and I’m so happy to have the opportunity to spend time with them every year.
I spent Saturday afternoon in Loudoun walking through historical cemeteries looking for names to use in my next novel. I never lift anyone’s entire name from a gravestone, but it’s a good place to get a feel for realistic local names. The history of African American cemeteries in Loudoun isn’t the best, but there are a lot of people trying to rectify past mistakes and make sure they don’t happen in the future. I love doing this kind of research. It really gives me a feel for the county and its history.
I use so much hot sauce, I’m starting to ship these two.
I’m super excited to announce that my mystery novel, Exposed Fury, comes out today. It’s at a reduced price today and tomorrow for release day, so if you’re like me, you’ll want to get in there early for the bargain. Here is the book trailer: