… Once it was said they died for us …

The call of a bugle in the early morning. … The day of the dead began. … We stopped by the war memorial. Slowly the others gathered, from the shanties and from the camp, called by that ancient and haunting bugle-cry, whose sound to me is like the memory of a grief so old that…

I am what I read (4) 2013

I read with a different purpose in 2013. Much of what I read was research for the novel I continue to write, This landscape of failure. Hence, the journals of expeditions to places unknown, and gospels of the known and little known. I read David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas after seeing the film and enjoyed both equally.…