What can I say, I don’t feel like writing. Or doing anything.
I mean, I do write. When there’s work, or on my blog in Serbian, where I mostly write about the books (and sometimes comics) I’ve read.
But most of the time, I don’t feel like writing. Living in interesting times? The times are dull, and are just making me like people less and less.
Current mood? Look at the picture above.
I got the first dose of the AstraZeneca vaccine; the next one is 12 weeks after the first one. I’ve waited for a bit longer than 3 weeks after the first dose, and then checked the antibodies. I’ve got them, a pretty decent number, so the vaccine is doing something. My reaction to the vaccine wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it was over in a few days, and wasn’t a big deal. And after checking the antibodies, I’ve dared to visit a doctor for a check-up (everything is fine). And since I was out and about already, I got myself some books and comics.
Other than that, it’s waiting and sometimes working and reading. And sometimes practicing speed reading.
I expected something to happen in March, but it didn’t. Oh, well, it will happen at a later time. One way or another.
Currently reading: Blindness by Jose Saramago. I’m tired of the pandemic, and I’m reading about a mysterious epidemic of blindness? Well, yes. It’s a good book. And relevant to what we’re going through (some countries more than the others). But mostly, it’s a good book. Creepy and not pleasant, but good.
Recently read: Punisher 4: Barracuda by Garth Ennis. It’s violent. Very violent. And fun. And a really nice read after seeing a bunch of people acting like stubborn rebellious idiots during a pandemic. I mean, I’m not going to shoot them or something, but getting away from them and back home, and reading Punisher episodes written by Garth Ennis feels good.
Also recently read: a bunch of books and some comics. One comic book (Le Chat du Rabbin) and 11 books in March alone, including two books by Elena Ferrante (her first and the last one), some Japanese horror stories (great), The Magus by John Fawles (weird, interesting, good), Twins Trilogy (The Notebook, The Proof, The Third Lie) by Agota Kristof (a lot more weird, and wild, and strange, and really good), Herland by Charlotte Gilman Perkins (one of the first feminist utopias, really interesting), Autonomous by Annalee Newitz (some important issues, and some strange and not exactly healthy couples), a collection of stories by Aliette de Bodard (some were really fun, like the most unusual version of Sherlock and Watson I’ve seen so far, with Watson being a mindship suffering from PTSD), The Seventh Function of Language by Laurent Binet (if you’ve enjoyed The Name of the Rose, you might like this one, too), Embassytown by China Mieville (complex, unusual, really good)… It was a good month for reading.
Currently watching: well, nothing. I’m reading. Possibly way too much. American Gods are over, they say there won’t be another season, which means they’ve left it all hanging on a tree… Hopefully there will be another season, somewhere, or a movie.
Currently working on: work, when there’s any. When not, well, I think you know what I’m doing.
That’s it for now, hopefully April News won’t be a belated one.