今天下班后去打敏感针，然后转到旧书店去淘淘看 Montalbano 。半天没找到，问店主老头，他说，作者叫啥？我拼给他听 Camilleri 。他摇摇头说应该没有，我不记得买过他的书。敢情进货都是他干的，成天买书还卖钱，幸福。
没办法，我化悲愤为食欲，跑到隔壁的 Eastern Market 里常光顾的老字号买了一斤新鲜鸡蛋宽面和一盒 pesto 酱作安慰。
这两天在看 Richard Price 的 Freedomland。有点儿看不下去了，太 TMD 悲惨了，简直比 Dennis Lehane 还惨。那么 intense 的 melancholy。
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