Without Lifting A Finger

I wish I had more time there. I wish I could've at least visited the Zwinger (I circled the outside and checked out the "courtyard" early in the morning -- looked in a widow and down a narrow gallery of shining porcelain). My wife found it a bit "dead" (and she would echo that sentiment when we moved on to Wroclaw and saw its bustling Old Town). We arrived in the afternoon and left late-morning the following day. *                                                                                                                 ...

Decided to try reading something American for once: downloaded Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five and Didion's Vintage Didion . Started with Slaughter : I'm at roughly 50%. Readable but slow-reading. Somewhat flat, IMHO, though supposedly that's purposeful. I remember liking the story and language of Mother Night more. I wanted to feel the horror of Dresden. I feel more vaudeville than horror. I remember feeling more horror and poetry (is that even the right word?) in reading Sebald's On the Natural History of Destruction . So it goes. * From Slaughter : Rosewater said an interesting thing to Billy one time about a book that wasn't science fiction. He said that everything there was to know about life was in The Brothers Karamazov , by Feodor Dostoevsky. "But that isn't enough any more," said Rosewater.