I’ll speak for myself. We’ll talk about books here, some that we read together, some that we won’t, some ambitious, some not, some beautiful and some that we’d already have forgotten unless we took the time to put our thoughts down.
If something comes of it, good. Reading is enriched by writing about it afterward, or arguing, or even just relating the story to an interested listener. Doors open, scenes unfold more subtly than at first glance, ideas flower from seeds.
I don’t pretend to be a critic. Sometimes there will be analysis here, more often questions explored or paths of associations followed until they run out in some dusty cul-de-sac.
Comments are welcome, though the public nature of this blog is more a convenience than a performance or display. Readers aren’t expected. But a conversation would nonetheless be a lovely thing.
Brendon?