I started reading the first volume of Christopher Isherwood's diaries, 1939–1960, last night. I've already read the second volume.
I'm not fond of Isherwood. I'm not sure why all not. He's too . . . maybe, fastidious? (about things I don't care about, like his meditation practice and his weight) to be inviting or entertaining.
As I read this volume, I'll pay attention to why I don't actually care for the guy.
I'm reading his journals because he's a writer and an observer, and over time his observations pile up to be interesting. His record keeping over time is inspiring.
I was saying to Marz that Isherwood wrote in his diary regularly throughout most of his adult life, and with no pictures.
When I first blogged (the deleted
Flightless Parrots, 2003–2006), I didn't know how to add photos--the "insert image" icon came later. I only ever posted text.
Now I rarely post without a picture. I like pictures, but too often I rely on them instead of words, which I don't like.
Marz said, "Why don't you blog for a month without photos?"
So I'm going to try that, starting now.
