tiny scribbles of black ink
I finished The Innocent last night. I had about 3 paragraphs written about it and then my power flickered and despite my UPS, my computer rebooted. So, I’m not going to rewrite all that crap.
Anyways, it was supposed to be a spy novel and it wasn’t and it was supposed to be good and it wasn’t particularly and nothing actually happened. It was pretty well written, and I enjoyed reading it, but I got pretty bored and I was somewhat put off by the lame attempt at tacking on a plot in the last few chapters. 3 of 5 and I might try another of McEwan’s novels someday.
I am now reading On Camera, a mid-80′s publication of the BBC, about how to successfully produce and direct a television show. It’s not bad.