Oh, today, finally, I felt that big bubble of dull pain in my ankle, the one that says, “Yep, I’m working my way out.” It was a relief. Fall is really here now. It’s dark when we walk. The leaves are brown and slick on the ground. We walk close together, no one tugging on the other.
I finished The Visible Man yesterday and I have to day that, yes, I continued to enjoy it clear to the end. And then I went through a period of mixed feelings about it, like maybe it was just a little too… I don’t know… something. And then, this morning, while walking the dog, I realized I was really enjoying rehashing the book in my mind.
It’s got its flaws, don’t get me wrong. I never quite believed the therapist was a woman and not some dude’s idea of a woman (I just think that, if you had a patient who was invisible, who had expressed some feelings for you, and who you believed was crazy to the point that he couldn’t quite empathize with the people he did things to, your anxiety about him maybe being in your house would circle a lot more on the bedroom a lot earlier). But I LOVED her characterization, especially her lack of curiosity. Not that I feel like she’ll have much curiosity after this. Ha ha ha. And I liked that it was obvious that she was monstrous in some of the ways he was.
Anyway, I think it’s growing on me in aftertaste.