You’ve me caught me at a bad time to write a letter like because I have toc atch a boat to an island whence the posts are few and far between. In fact a December Ferry to Bowen Island.
Whereas before the ferry was a Charon’s boat proceeeding to a kind of hell, now it is another sort of ferry proceeding, as it were, toward the Mount of Purgatory (Mount Baker).
In Milan I met the translator of the Volcano and worked on it with him for a couple of weeks. It is scheduled for March publication and I understand they are going to launch it with much fanfare and publicity.
I have quit drinking but Señor Barleycorn still shakes my hand either as though he were perpetually glad to see me still alive or were persistently taking leave. I will move the Himalayas to see you again soon