'me and room service...' - jackson c. frank, blues run the game.
'the year of the death of ricardo reis... this follows ricardo reis, who has returned to lisbon after several years living in brazil, he was a doctor but he gave up practicing medicine when he moved back to portugal and he basically lives in a hotel and just wanders the streets and reads newspapers...'
moments of comedy. a documentary on saramago that seems only to be able to describe the plot mechanics of his books. horsemouth then followed this with a review of his books that attempts to discuss his books without access to the plots of them.
'all my novels are based on something impossible' - jose saramago. (here we have a review with 'the impossible' amputated. but strangely the reviewer gets the plot mechanics of the history of the siege of lisbon into the review - sort of).
in a similar way to the continued survival of ricardo reis (a fictional homonym of the poet fernando pessoa) we have jackson c. frank born yesterday (2nd march) and dying today (3rd march). in between frank packs in a life full of joys and miseries. he leaves us songs to remember him by.
yesterday horsemouth was supposed to be going out for a wander round charlton (but the assembled multitude cried off due to bad weather and health and safety). fair play - horsemouth can't be dealing with an industrial accident this late in his career. instead he lazed round the house and read a little (ice by anna kavan).
in spain (well catalonia and andalucia for sure) a drought. drowned churches, whole sacrificed towns, rise up as the reservoir waters sink.
today? probably a visit to the supermarket.
'in a 2008 press conference for the filming of blindness he (saramago) asked, in reference to the great recession, "where was all that money poured on markets? very tight and well kept; then suddenly it appears to save what? lives? no, banks." he added, "marx was never so right as now", and predicted "the worst is still to come.' - jose saramago wikipedia entry.
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