With Southern California on fire, I was reminded that it's been too long since I've read Nathaniel West's The Day of the Locust. I was delighted to discover that West, a commercial failure in his lifetime, has his readers today: I had to get in line on the reserve list at the library, so it'll be a few months before I get it.
I'm reworking the first 15 pages of the new screenplay, trying to pump it up and plant more explosives for down the road.
Conference day tomorrow; read midterms Wed.; deal with midterms in class on Thur.; and so ends another week. Next week we study Sideways. Now you see the week, now you don't.
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