Sobriquet 42.25

Well, I did it. I finished reading Diary of a Bad Year and, in doing so, have made my way through the entirety of J. M. Coetzee's published fiction. It's satisfying. I do have a lot I'd like to say about the novel, but it is late and I have to be getting to bed, so I will leave off with the promise to address the novel at greater length when I have the opportunity to do so.

For tomorrow: Either write, read an article on Disgrace, or transcribe.


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