I finished listening to “The Book Thief“” today. It really moved me. At the denouement I was sitting there in the sunshine, rowing along with tears rolling down my cheeks. So it may be best not to listen to the last part while you are driving. Or you might be in danger of a premature meeting with the author.
The “author”, in this case, being Death. The book is written from Death’s viewpoint. He’s quite a nice chap, actually – very sensitive, and with a wry sense of humour, which I suppose helps in that line of work. As he points out, he is not a killer. Death is simply a result, not a cause.
This book is set during World War II, when Death was extremely busy. He witnessed, and reflects on, the best and worst of human nature. The story centres around the life of a young girl in Nazi Germany, her foster parents, the Jew who hides in their cellar for two years, and the boy next door. The tale is told with simplicity, beauty and truth, and I highly recommend it.
I am having technical problems. Last night it took me about 40 attempts to send my blog (I send it as an email, and my mother posts it to the website). I haven’t managed to pick up any incoming email for 2 days, so apologies for not acknowledging your comments, but I haven’t been able to receive them as yet.
I am not sure what the problem is. The comms log has shown a variety of error messages, and has broken down at different stages of the process at different times. I will keep the show on the road somehow, but there may be some glitches. No need to be alarmed if there is some disruption to usual service.
Last night and today have been rough. I’m not complaining, as the wind is helping me in the right direction, but I was relieved this evening when it came time to retreat to the cabin to warm up. As I closed the hatch behind me, it immediately blocked out much of the roar of the wind. I changed into dry clothes, and gradually the warmth is spreading. It probably won’t reach my toes until I get into my sleeping bag.
And how late that is depends entirely on whether my comms decide to cooperate tonight – or not. It’s not fun sitting in this cramped cabin, on a seat improvised from flotation cushions, trying repeatedly to get recalcitrant technology to work when all I want to do is crawl into my sleeping bag and warm up.
A quote apropos of our friend Death this evening: “You meet your destiny on the road you take to avoid it.” Carl Jung
Photo: where I spend my days. Note the iPod tied to the cargo netting over the sea anchor on the right.
Sponsored Miles: Kathy Dervin, Karen Douglas – thanks for each sponsoring a number of miles.