In Flight Literature

Driven like a sheep I purchased Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Saturday. It's still sitting in its little green bag from Sterling Books. When I can't see it, I can resist temptation to start reading before the set date of July 25. This book should be my in flight literature. I'm quite good at resisting, because I know when I open the book I won't be able to put it down. There's too much that needs to be done around the house to actualy have time on my hands to read for a couple of hours straight. What's much more tempting though are the reviews, the ideas and other commentary floating around. I debated reading a piece in my newspaper today (the very first actual review). My eyes flipped over three lines. Now I wish I hadn't read those. Is it Wednesday yet?

The Hemingway Cat

Well there's an animal I'd love to be.

Who wouldn't love to be one of Hemingway's Cats?

Via Maud Newton.

King Charles' Town

On the day our first King took the oath we walk up the hill to the convent. It's in disguise. Inside we encounter Mexico and the U.S.A. like it once was: in black and white and sometimes on rollerskates. Most pictures have something unconcerned. America is still the best place to be and go to. Girls wear their tiny shorts and are happy with their bodies. Men walk past them, look back, because the girls are pretty. Life is good.

Outside the sun is shining in between days of incessant rains. The old kingly town, heir to empty factory buildings and people on the dole, show a little of its previous glamour. If only for a while one forgets that when the grey takes over this town what it was before: a dark and dank place where living is more about surviving.

"So Long. Vivre l'Ouest américain 1970/85" and "La Frontera, Mexique 1974", photographs by Bernard Plossu until September 23, 2007 in Musée de la Photographie, Charleroi.