Reading

Finished Coetzee's Youth in a day; Age of Iron is still better. Something too telling about Youth's prose: declarative in revealing consciousness of character, limited third person POV not at its best. Age... much more depressing, heavier to say the least--first person with all its honest flaws. (The real hurts are there; you have to sing to those wounds.) From the lib I take home Voyeurs & Savages of Sir Krip and an old Caracoa from '95. Third World, others claim; Filipiniana is an often used label. It's called Literature, and that's that.