Dear Diary, I am reading a Henning Mankell novel, the last it seems in the Wallender series. I’ll miss him like I miss Rebus from Ian Rankin. I get attached to the grouchy old detectives in these mysteries. When I am out somewhere in the middle of reading these books I wonder about the characters. That is good writing. As I read Wallender I think , how can the writer stop with this series, how can he end it. Then I remember, that’s the art of it, the diving in, then the letting go. If he kept at it, I’d probably lose interest any way. A writer should write what they feel like writing, not feed a market.
I am at the end of my pile of books again. I scoured the library the other day and came home unsatisfied with my finds. Then I headed to the bookstore and bought the Mankell Novel, that has just been translated from the Swedish in 2011 in hardcover. For me that’s something. Gwen , who works at the studio with me will always spring for the hardcover but I am tight. I thought though that it is my turn, so I picked it up, emailed her right away so that we did not duplicate. Now I have duty to plow thru it so she can have it. Well that is no hardship. I sit in my little upstairs studio and read away while my mat waits for me across the floor.