dog, there's so much i want to read but i'm so slow. i found in a vacated apartment saul steinberg illuminations, laurence m. principe, the secrets of alchemy, jhumpa lahiri, the namesake, unaccustomed earth, and aleksandar hemon, the lazarus project.
the latter my sister gave to dad the year he died. she asked if i thought it inappropriate. because it's about a jewish anarchist immigrant in chicago? nah. just because he hates them and he's dying and won't be coming back? the last time we spoke he actually did come back from death, but it didn't last. i don't think he finished the book. i won't say i will, but if i do it's for his ghost.

also i found the most beautiful ceramic by an italian named beta. and poster from august 1961 of maria callas as medea at the national opera of greece. so sexy, and just lying in the rubble of a grubby kitchen hastily abandoned as well as a jungle of overgrown houseplants and a 100 gallon aquarium full of lost fish wondering what the fuck.