Goodbye and Thanks

I thought of Jose Saramago a couple or so days ago while I was commenting on Fyrefly's post. While the post had nothing to do with Saramago at all, her thoughts on one particular aspect of her chosen book reminded me of my reaction to reading Blindness.

Then again, I haven't really posted about Blindness yet. And I was briefly attracted to the idea earlier of writing a pocket review while arranging the books on my shelves. But it's not the kind of book I could sit down one late evening and type up a couple of paragraphs and hit "Publish" without composing, at least partially, my thoughts into something coherent worthy of that good book.

And as I put off writing another review yet again, I saw Jose Saramago trending on Twitter.

Jose Saramago

November 16, 1922 – June 18, 2010

And I felt sad. There goes another writer who sees the world as it is and write beautifully tragic, dark yet hopeful stories for us to read. And I only have Blindness to based that on.

Ah, well.