Loud Music

I've been unemployed for about five months, just hanging around, not achieving anything, and feeling guilty for that lack.

I haven't even listened to music; it was all too much bother.

So I'm taking 45 W (RMS not wishful_thinking_music_power) of Judas Priest(*) as a good sign. It's a good job we live in a house.

(*) and Jethro Tull and the Levelers and Darkness (daughter has sussed my taste)

So that's what literature is!

Linked by bookslut an article in the Grauniad talking about A level set books contains, in passing, a definition of literature that I wish thesaurus swallowing writers would take heed of.

... It has the winning combination of apparent simplicity (the narrator has a limited vocabulary and intellectual horizon) and real complexity (the better the reader, the more is to be inferred). In contrast, the winner of last year's Booker, John Banville, has left A-level setters cold. Too many allusions and too strange a vocabulary, too complete an indulgence in "style".