Things are a bit topsy-turvy right now. Or maybe it’s just in my mind, which goes a bit awry at times. But at the same time as clearing out the flat, I was preparing for the imminent launch of Perfume Island, second in the Magali Rousseau series. I say was because the launch is running into snags. Or possibly worse. It’s a little early to say. I won’t bore you with the details – not now anyway. Maybe I’ll do a long, boring post about it later.
Monday was Aïd el-Kébir, so a public holiday here. Not being too bothered about pilgrims (of any persuasion), we went whale-watching, and got a slightly better glimpse of them than last time. My camera’s viewfinder doesn’t work any more, so I just click and hope for the best. Rather like launching a novel, I suppose.
Because of the holiday, I thought it was Sunday, so I forgot to publish GD’s piece about trolls on the Writers’ Co-op (I’m the one responsible for the schedule). It’s up there now, though. It’s actually about a reaction to his review of Tom Wolfe’s The Kingdom of Speech. Not having read it myself, I have no firm opinion, but Wolfe has ruffled a few feathers at any rate, which is probably not a bad thing. At the least it appears to be another nail in the coffin of Chomskyan linguistics.
A bit of a hotchpotch, this post. But like I said, things are in disarray right now.