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Tulips and the Moon: views from Chicago

The Third of May, 2007

The way to work, in the morning, just around the corner, TULIPS at Tulip level;

later

From a living room window at 10:30 at night, you can see the moon, a thin, thinnest of line of lights across the lake, the shimmer of reflected moonlight; then right above the shortest building the lights of Navy Peer. (click it to see it larger)

I finished a book a few days ago, with a few lines the moon returns to me, rich in sentiment and atmosphere:

I took a sip from my second martini, feeling as decadent as one of those jazz piano players who smoke a lot and drinks a lot and are found dead in a gutter at the end of every film. (p. 202)

and

Who can resiste sleep at two or three in the afternoon in these sunlit parts of the Mediterranean? (215)

Both are from Andre Aciman's CALL ME BY YOUR NAME, a phrase to whispered in the closest of moments. Set in Italy it is a serious story of youth and love; opposed to the fun and funny novels by James Hamilton-Paterson stories. If you like peaches you should skip the Aciman . . .

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