Looking sheepish (even by sheep dog standards) after an almighty face plant chasing a ball into soft sand.
I had heard that this was prescient but had no idea just how. Published in 2004 it has a Republican president, the use of fake news, cosiness with an apparent enemy, and the normalisation of hate crimes against minorities. But it is set in the 1940's, has aviator and anti-Semite Charles Lindbergh instead of Trump, and Hitler instead of Putin. If it seemed far fetched in 2004 it sure doesn't seem far fetched now. Great writing too. "And as Lindbergh's election couldn't have made clearer to me, the unfolding of the unforeseen was everything. Turned wrong way round, the relentless unforeseen was what we schoolchildren studied as 'History', harmless history, where everything unexpected in its own time is chronicled on the page as inevitable. The terror of the unforeseen is what the science of history hides, turning a disaster into an epic."
Almost as Scottish as haggis. Rainbow in a cloudless sky.
Concentrated holiday reading. This lasted just over a day. And it was a treat. JB's take on how Shostakovich went in and out of favour under various Soviet regimes. "And tyrants had moved on as well. Perhaps conscience no longer had an evolutionary function, and so had been bred out. Penetrate beneath the modern tyrant's skin, go down layer after layer, and you will find that the texture does not change, that granite encloses yet more granite; and there is no cave of conscience to be found."