Monday, 15 October 2012

reunited with my scanner (part 2)

 Ah, books. What else. I finished reading The Wild Places by Robert Macfarlane this morning. Every nice thing that you've read about it is true, so do yourself a favour, go to your favourite library or bookshop and get a copy. It belongs to a genre that, to me, is utterly British - and probably not a genre at all. Introspective travel writing. I've read several over the past year and I've loved them all.

Two more memories: reading Clifford Geertz and James Clifford one morning, and hurrying up to Palace Green to find someone waiting for me, lost in a journal article.

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