10/04/2004 11:49:00 PM|W|P|dan|W|P|
This is probably the last post I will make from this dirty city on the Liffey. I'll be getting out the boxes later and packing away the PC. So goodbye, Dublin. For the last nearly-two-years you have alternatively pissed me off, delighted me, ground me down and picked me back up again. Goodbye to some of my favourite places anywhere - Whelan's, the IFI, the Chester Beatty Library, Juice, and the banks of the Dodder. See you around.
And if Agent Daye should be reading this: Heads high. You know we love you.
I am blogging to: Steve Earle|W|P|109690189559378186|W|P|All Farewells Should Be Sudden|W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/04/2004 01:43:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|I had a beautiful phrase worked out earlier today that I wanted to put on here, but after a day spent hungover, navigating towers of packing boxes and watching Podge & Rodge, it has flown off back into that ideaspace where such things live between attempts to lodge themselves in people's heads. What is it like there, what do they eat, I wonder? Are they so desperate to make themselves heard that sometimes they fly into the most convenient cortex, uncaring of where it may be or how useful it might be to them? Is there a tribesman in Papua New Guinea who knows the secret of cold fusion, an accountant in Dorking who has just devised a new, more effective tiger trap? Probably not, on balance.
So now I am staring at the little Blogger box, wondering what to write. Shahrazad never had it so hard.
I am blogging to:The Girl From Brownsville, Texas by Jim White|W|P|109682255911727549|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/02/2004 05:10:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|And so now I know what Roland will find at the top of the Dark Tower.
After all those years and 2500 pages, I finished the last book today. I could have polished it off last night on the plane, but I wanted to savour the moment, and so I made a quiet time and space this afternon and drank down the last hundred pages. It's a big book, and even so King has probably tried to jam too much in. Multiple realities, an astonishingly high body count among characters we've been following since the outset (and before in at least one case), and an ending that is by turns sad, happy, frustrating and ultimately the only right one there could be.
|W|P|109666258146931995|W|P|Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came|W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org