Monday, February 18, 2008
Although ordinarily I am pretty much strictly an IPA man, something about the quality of the light this time of year stirs a Guinness tropism in me. In a similar way, I sometimes feel a vague inclination to read something Irish. A few pages into "Ulysses" and the urge generally passes, but on occasion I'll take a run at "The Third Policeman" and marvel at how wierdly funny it is, like Kafka on 'shrooms. I've had "At Swim Two Birds" sitting around for a couple of years-- the last couple of times I've started it the urge for Irish passed before I could get into it-- but I guess it is time to give it another go.