Thursday, February 23, 2023

Now weekend.


 Thursday. 

The receptionist has been working every day this week for about five hours and then goes home in the afternoon after my lunchtime. Today she called in. We'll see if she shows up for the afternoon.

 


 I'm hoping she does come in so I can take the hour so I can write for my Day Two of The 100 Day Project. I did good yesterday in writing. 

 

 

If she doesn't come in, I'll have to write this evening. Either way, it will happen.

 


 I had the live last night - I won a necklace that will be shipped in my next purchase, maybe next week. I tried reading some fiction but it wasn't hitting me right - I guess I was in a "serious" mood. So I read a little nonfiction. Another book I've started -- as kind of research -- is JOSEPH ANTON by Salman Rushdie. Memoir.

 


 On February 14, 1989, Valentine’s Day, Salman Rushdie received a telephone call from a BBC journalist who told the author that he had been “sentenced to death” by the Ayatollah Khomeini. It was the first time Rushdie heard the word fatwa. His crime? To have written a novel called The Satanic Verses, which was accused of being “against Islam, the Prophet, and the Quran.” So begins the extraordinary story of how a writer was forced underground, moving from house to house, with the constant presence of an armed police protection team. Rushdie was asked to choose an alias that the police could call him by. He thought of writers he loved and various combinations of their names. Then it came to him: Conrad and Chekhov—Joseph Anton. How do a writer and his family live with the threat of murder for more than nine years? How does he go on working? How does he fall in and out of love? How does despair shape his thoughts and actions, and how does he learn to fight back? In this remarkable memoir, Rushdie tells that story for the first time; the story of the crucial battle for freedom of speech. He shares the sometimes grim, sometimes comic realities of living with armed policemen, and the close bonds he formed with his protectors; of his struggle for support and understanding from governments, intelligence chiefs, publishers, journalists, and fellow writers; and of how he regained his freedom.

Published 2012; 636 pages.

 BattleBots is on tonight but I probably won't watch. Read, maybe write, go to bed for tomorrow is Friday.


Have a good day


 Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

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