Forgot we lost an hour at lunchtime. Didn’t put my watch on an hour. Missed my massage. Not my finest day ever.
Did finish reading The Finkler Question. Interesting book. Very enjoyable. But an unsatisfying ending. But then, how could it end? It’s written in the here and now and the Israel/Palestinian nonsense rumbles on. There is no answer. At least, not as yet, and, I fear, probably not in my lifetime, frankly. So the question probably has to remain unanswered. Unsatisfying, just the same. Asking Anglo-Jewry some hard questions, without even suggesting possible answers is brave, but ultimately dismaying for the reader hoping for insight and answers. Not sure it warranted the Booker Prize, though, if I’m being brutally honest. It’s good, but I’m not sure it’s THAT good.