The Mighty Currawongs and Other Stories, by (who else?) Brian Doyle.
Via the local bookstore, of course.
Sure, we’ve been enjoying TV along with the rest of the world. (Babylon Berlin, if you’re curious. It’s excellent.) Sure, we’ll keep doing so.
But Weimar noir isn’t exactly an escape from the current crisis, you know?
Sometimes, you just need a collection of 3–5-page ditties about basketball, or chess, or the little bright shards in life that we can’t touch but must nevertheless hold on to if we’re going to make it through in style.
As Brian would have said, “you know exactly what I am saying here.”