Finally finished reading the Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan.. Beautiful book, with curious resonances for me in spite of the very different cultures and circumstances in the book, me being, too, the child of two outsiders in the environment I was growing up and the counterpoint between the story I knew of my father and that which was only hinted at at times, the horror of being involved in the war, even if it was, like the Italian campaign in WWII, a geopolitical joke, but not at all a joke for those involved or touched by it. And a similar, if less dramatic, counterpoint with my mother and her story..
Now coffee and bacon arepas.. Good morning!
