Revolutionary Rants

It is back to the thesis now, slowly but surely. Reading Nozick himself now, which is - as with most philosophical tomes - rather heavy and boring. Luckily I have Yorkshire tea to keep me going.
The house is nearly there, with jsut the sitting room needing a bit of cosmetic work.

The pub bench for the garden now has two coats of varnish, one to go (hopefully later, Nozick permitting).

Best of all, the sun is peeping around the clouds again. Always cheers me up!

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I have just finished the new P D James, The Lighthouse. Usually James is my favourite of the crime writiers I read and I especially like the Dalgliesh books, so I was really looking forward to reading it. Sadly, I found it a little bit disappointing. The writing was still excellent - in particular in the world of crime writers, naming no names (ahem, Elizabeth George, ahem) - as always managing to be hugely discriptive without using many words, but the plot, thqat lacked James’ usual brilliance.

Dalgliesh seemed half out of it and, as I have always found his officers - Kate Miskin and Benton-Smith - rather unbelievable as characters go, I found their vaugue developments rather annoying. The set-up of the novel was exciting and swept one along, but then, once the murder was commited the scene - an isolated island - left one feeling the lack of suspects. It all ended up rather Agatha Christie, including the conclusion of the story.

Shame, really… Not a patch on The Murder Room.

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