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contours provocations
journal - 2002-0730 - tue 1900 Brief It's been raining for the last hour or so. Thunder and drizzle continue, but it is no less hot. Nor one bit less muggy. I would be loverly if it rained all eve.
This has been a depressing day. The continuing saga of financial problems. I could whine away the hours on this topic. So I'll quit while I'm ahead.
I've been reading another in the WWII series by Alan Furst. "Dark Star" falls slightly earlier, 1937, than the others I've read. "In the back alleys of nighttime Europe, war is already under way. Andre' Szara, a survivor of the Polish pogroms and the Russian civil wars and a foreign correspondent for Pravda, is co-opted by the NKVD, the Soviet secret intelligence service, and becomes a full-time spymaster in Paris." Furst's work is so compelling and inhabits the imagination with such vigor that you feel you could step outside your house and find yourself on the backstreets of Prague or Moscow or Paris. PAX!
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