Do you ever, like me, mislay books which you have been reading avidly, even perhaps need for ongoing research? Every so often they seem to magic themselves away... James Hillman's Re-Visioning Psychology is the latest book to mysteriously disappear. It seems to be nowhere in the house. Did I leave it on a train? On a bus? In a cafe? What would Jung have made of this? Probably that I'm not meant to be reading it as keenly as I thought?
The good news is that I've finished redrafting the Eliot chapter so don't need it anyway at the moment, but perhaps when I come on to write the Sarah Kane....?
But, hey, April's here and the sun is illuminating the blue sky like a blank computer screen. Anything is possible. Even, perhaps, the book turning up literally out of the blue.
