Home. Haven't written all that much since I've been back. I wrote a bit.
Toronto is so lovely. So many people on the streets. So much going on. Street festivals and play festivals and literary festivals, oh my! It's very festive!
Good to see friends, too.
Not that L.A. doesn't have it's perks - they're just two very different cities.
I'm currently reading Clandestine by James Ellroy. I've never read him before. I opened it up in the bookstore, and the story hooked me right away. The book is helping me see Los Angeles as a literary place. Perhaps I'm more comfortable in a place when I've trod through it 'fictionally' first.
I found the book at Balfour Books on College Street. I don't know how I missed this bookstore for the last eleven years. I've been on that block of College Street a hundred times and never noticed it before. I can't imagine how much money I've saved by simply not knowing it was there! I'd heard of "Balfour" before, but I always thought it was on Harbord or Queen. I also bought two early Atwoods and a collection of stories by Guy de Maupassant.
Don't sass me about it. I almost bought a dictionary, a pulp novel, and the whole hardcover set of the Little House books! See, I have some restraint!
Two little links to leave you with:
(1) The red paper clip guy got a house!
(2) Toronto aerospace guy flies ornithopter! I didn't even know that that flappy plane was called an ornithopter.
See? You do learn things here. Occasionally.