No ROOPHLOCH again, but an October Gothic
Once again, I have failed to ROOPHLOCH during the month of September. I moved September 1, and it's been busy. Again. And again, there's nothing really to do more interesting than going to a park and tethering the ThinkPad to the phone. I'm just not living the glamorous permacomputing lifestyle. Even all my ThinkPads except my favorite are in a box right now. Ironically, I'm writing part of this at a picnic table, in the shade, across a parking lot from a not-my-office-building, on the first day of the second "false autumn" we've had this year.
On the plus side, October means it's time for my annual classic Gothic read! This year I had several good candidates that were not exactly what i wanted last year, but that I'm excited about this year.
- Wuthering Heights (1847), by Emily Brontë
- Rebecca (1938), by Daphne du Maurier
- Melmoth the Wanderer (1820), by Charles Maturin
I've been Wuthering Heights-curious this year, so that's what I decided on. There is apparently a Wuthering Heights movie adaptation coming out, but I haven't heard anything good about it. Apparently they've cast a generic white Gen-Z actor who is having an overexposure moment as Heathcliff, whose background is all about being notably non-white. So no promises to watch the movie adaptation. I'm about a quarter of the way through the book already. I randomly happen to have received a paperback copy, but I'm preferring the Standard Ebooks edition on my Kobo. Larger print, better font.
So much personal stuff I could write about, but I won't. I'm hoping to get to write more and start up a new season of "Send the Nukes", my political ranting column, but we'll see.