With all these genres mashing, it’s the meta-mystery that keeps pulling me through. I’ve started keeping a notebook with dates and events, and I get way too excited when I can do maths and say “Oh, she was 18, that means it’s 1934-ish!”

My favorite passage this week was the one The-First-of-Two-Equal-Susan-C’s cited in the comments:
“How I would like to have them back, those pointless afternoons — the boredom, the aimlessness, the unformed possibilities. And I do have them back, in a way; except now there won’t be much of whatever happens next.”
I suspect we all sort of have that feeling back of late, wandering in our small-ish circles. And you know, sometimes sitting on the porch, sometimes having a beverage, sometimes reading a book by Margaret Atwood.
Like others, I’m especially enjoy the way TBA folds in on itself — the references you get as you go (“kids reading sci fi and pulp noir? hey now!”) and the ones that make more sense in the rearview mirror.
My favorite of these so far came on page 157 (blue edition), when Iris snarks in response to a passage from The Rubaiyat, that “it was a lot of fuss to make about a picnic.” Which felt like a great jokey alternate title for the book, especially as we hit the crescendo this week…. (enter young Richard! enter young Winifred! who the hell is Alex Thomas?!)
Meandering tunes: Meanwhile, two more songs from the comments were added to The Blind Assassin Meander Playlist — keep ’em coming!
The road just ahead: Let’s meet up at the end of Section V on page 246 (blue edition) where “I didn’t make a wish.”
Say pally, how’s this work again? Finish on time, comment each week, and stay in the hunt for a free “I Survived The Blind Assassin Meander” magnet. Oh, and in case you were wondering: This is the post for comments on Chapters 5.6 (“Loaf givers”) through 5.12 (“The tango”).
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