This has been a hellish weekend.
As if various family tragedies - which I shall spare you - have not been enough, I injured my back.
Since I can still move my toes, I must be all right.
Anyway, the one bright spot was picking up a book that has been by the side of my bed for several months. If you want to be instantly transported to another time, give Dark Star by Alan Furst a try.
To call it a spy novel or thriller is to do an injustice. Furst is a serious author.
And that's not the pain-killers talking.
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