fallow

Obviously, I'm just supposed to read Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury. I had picked it up several weeks on a book-buying-binge of massive proportions, and had decided that it was going to be the closing book of the summer. Then it occurred to me that I would like to read either Pale Fire or Traumnovelle, so I went to Barnes and Noble to find them because I had seen both of them a couple days before. I walk in...and low and behold, neither one is in stock. I suppose that when I finished Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude (about 100 pages left) I'll launch into SF. Weird how stuff like that works out...