At 2 a.m. I woke to hear the coyotes wailing. Then, eventually, I fell asleep again and dreamed I was climbing up the side of a large Greek revival building. If anyone knows what "Greek revival building" signifies in the symbolism of dreams, I would be glad to learn.
Monday, June 20, 2011
In order to reteach myself how to concentrate on a book, I got into bed with Robert Louis Stevenson's Kidnapped last night. How I love this novel, but I'm not sure that I can explain why. For whatever reason, David Balfour's dogged, clumsy, kind-hearted heroism pleases my tired mind. The portraits of the Scottish landscape are vivid. Alan Breck is like a successful, athletic Toad of Toad Hall. There is no romance to distract me from the simple frissons of the quest. I own an old hardcover edition, with all pages intact, a solid-enough spine, and pleasantly large type. All these qualities cohere into a book that is ideal for the convalescent mind.