May 11, 2007
Friday morning
Zadie Smith has a short story in The New Yorker. They’re going on about novel first lines over at The Guardian Books Blog; I was pleased that my personal favourite was noted (“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York”). And we’re away to Peterborough this weekend (the ultimate tourist destination). It’s a long weekend too, because we made it that way. Tra-la.
Oh, and log on now to Diggerland.com.
Yay for Plath and Smith and long weekends. Somewhat mystified by Diggerland, yet not unseduced. Happy travels.
That is my absolute favourite opening line of any novel. It’s the one that has stuck in my head after years and years of reading. Aw. So lovely.