Joy to your world
Happiness is a three-dimensional book, especially when yours truly wrote it herself and someone brilliant translated it into Latvian and then it got published and people can find it in a store.
There is, in other words, more than one way to be Bookish.
By now there are 200 of you amazing bookish subscribers who do me the honour of following my scurrilous reading adventures and misadventures. Here’s wishing a very happy holiday to you all, and for way more peace on earth.
I am currently reading Isabella Hammad’s The Parisian and Judith Thurman’s Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette, an excellent pairing, like duck breast and Amarone. Not sure I can finish them before the end of the year, there are too many truffles in the way at the moment. Whatever you are reading at the moment, I hope it keeps your spirits up.
My kids sent me this photo from a bookstore in Riga to prove there is an actual book which strangers actually buy. It’s a documentary novel about my father as a teenager and how being a member of a secret yoga club kept him alive during World War II. English title Bruno Slept Here; Latvian title Te bija Brunis. The formidable translator is Ieva Lešinska. It is not available in English yet, and yes that’s a bit of a sore point, but maybe Santa will pull some strings.
Apsveicu, B!