I’m reading Go Set a Watchman right now, just like the rest of the sheep. BAAAA.

Actually, as I write this, I haven’t really started it, but I’ve flipped through the pages a bit. I happened upon a debate between Scout and Atticus over the real nature of Thomas Jefferson’s vision of democracy, which looked so far so good. I’m not upset with the fact that Scout sleeps without pants on or that Jem turns out to be mortal. Along with these two complaints, the internet as a whole seemed most upset with the fact that Atticus is not the saint he seems to be in To Kill a Mockingbird, but I’ve always felt that he needs a vice of some kind: porn or cockfighting, a gambling addiction or Danielle Steel novels. Why not a hidden vein of racism – a vein that didn’t show itself in To Kill a Mockingbird because a) Scout was only eight, and the novel is told from her point of view, and b) in To Kill a Mockingbird, we mostly saw Atticus doing his job, and when we do our jobs we tend to tuck away our vices as best we can. I think a racist streak may be exactly what’s needed to push his character into some semblance of plausibility.

On the knitting front, I’m still working on the brown sweater. Nothing new to report there.

Note the photobomb by my dad’s cat, Helen. I think today is her first appearance on this blog.

Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her blog, Small Things.