A combination of shitty internet and craptastic laptop have got be back into reading chapter books.
Although - to digress for a moment - how in the hell is 2GB RAM not enough memory to surf the net? I mean, 10 years ago this would have been more than enough. Now, I have to go slow, 1 tab at a time, wait for the page to load, the trifling dopamine rewards of tidbits of information have pretty much dropped to nothing.
Anyways, this was a great read - it's as if you're taking part in an intelligent, albeit one-sided conversation, you can't help but be struck by the grandness of spirit, he recalls a young Thomas Wolfe (Of Time and the River), an irrepressible zest for life, spontaneous, vital, brilliant ideas and thoughtful digressions. He acknowledges the controversy and defends his writings about Sex & Pornography, argues against obscenity and censure, there are previously unpublished letters and selections from drafts of his novels, this was probably his most enjoyable book. (**Note, strictly speaking, he didn't write this as a book, it was posthumously assembled by his publishers)
And, in curious coincidences as if to remind me that "books are the way" on Page 100, in Italics, he's written "For the Time Being", recalling the last book I read, so onward...