Credo

James Wood, in a review of Philip Roth’s Exit Ghost, published in The New Yorker:

Fiction, for Roth, is not what Plato thought mimesis was: an imitation of an imitation. Fiction was a rival life, a ‘counterlife’, to use the title of one of Roth’s greatest novels, and this is why his work has managed so brilliantly the paradox of being at once playfully artful and seriously real.

Eye Spy

Watching you, watching me.

Weather Report

It’s winter, in the northern hemisphere of Titan. The temperature is a frosty minus 180 degrees Centigrade, and methane/ethane rain is gently falling and filling the lakes.