Catching up on Giles Peterson’s Radio 6 show and one of the books I haven’t quite finished, all while warding off scurvy.
I’ve been enthusiastic about a number of books that I’ve started the past few weeks, but I haven’t actually finished many of them. Like this one, The White Book, by Han Kang. My friend Ed lent it to me at the start of the year and I read the first half in a short sitting, so taken by Kang’s vignettes of foreignness, grief, family and imagined lives. I’m looking forward to curling up with it this weekend and reading to the end. With more grey skies and rain in the forecast, it feels like a perfect time to disappear into someone else’s world.