In the nineteenth century, when sea-going ships were powered by the wind, sailors traveling through the equatorial regions would, now and then, find themselves trapped in the doldrums, a place where the warmth of the air disrupted the prevailing winds, causing still air and seas that kept the ships from passing through. The crews would often wait for days or even weeks for enough wind to push them into friendlier waters.
These past couple of weeks, I feel as though I’ve been trapped in the literary doldrums, when even the most stellar prose and the shiniest stories have failed to spark my interest. I can’t say that I have fallen behind my reading goal yet, but I’m getting close. My listless brain may be finding some wind, though, with a few books I picked up from the library:
Queen Isabella- Alison Weir
Blood and Beauty– Sarah Dunant
Medusa’s Gaze and Vampire’s Bite: The Science of Monsters- Matt Kaplan
I have managed to finish most of one of my favorite books, Lois McMaster Bujold’s The Curse of Chalion, as well as J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Fall of Arthur, which is a much shorter poem than I had hoped, but honestly I’m happy to get any amount of Tolkien’s take on Arthurian legend.