tales of the expected
March comes down steadily in the rain & you read something like this & think: Please let it be exclusion. Exclusion would be so much more fun.
Re-reading: The Quiet American. I gave up on the other Greenes in the parcel. I remembered I couldn’t bear that no-win Catholicism & loaded dice. At least TQA has some irony to it. Its surface is a little less clogged & sticky with the grammars of self-disgust. & it’s interesting to trace by memory Denis Johnson’s complex allusions to & redevelopment of some of its themes, in Tree of Smoke.