A co-worker friend in Michigan in the sixties, Joyce Grey, a reed-thin red-head, charmed me when she expressed that she'd been "low sick". I'd not heard the phrase before. That's what I've been the last 3 days ... sore throat, congestion, no pep ... low sick. But I was lucky: a few days earlier I'd spotted a new book by Israeli Amos Oz in the Wellfleet Library. Scenes from Village Life is 182 pages of perfection, and it made yesterday immensely more worth living through.
Oz's autobiography A Tale of Love and Darkness, which I read a few years back, is, along with Andre Aciman's Out of Egypt, Orhan Pamuk's Istanbul, and Edward Said's Out of Place, (all autobiographies) among my all-time favorite books.