I groaned, I tasted blood, I cowered
October 12, 2011 § 4 Comments
A few days away.
I’ve never actually blogged so consistently for so long. A few days, I think I can forgive myself that. Oh, but penance, always penance, recompense, if the economic language is preferred to ecclesial, is necessary. Thus: a perverse reading, though one with an adequate comeuppance, so bear with its initial violence, from John Hawkes’ delightful if disturbed novel, Travesty.