I was starting to wonder if I’m delusional about the story I pitched for my dissertation but just met with my supervisor and he says it’s valid and they haven’t had anyone yet do this in this way, but they’re open to it. This is good news, helps me continue working. He also says I need to invite a writer into the next part of the process, a public reading. Someone I admire and who might have insight about the structure and the details incorporated into this story. That’s obvious, Margaret Atwood right? I love her, I’ve read half her books, she lives in the same city as me, someone once even pointed out her house. But of course why would she agree? But why not try? If she says no thank you I just move on to the next one. Too bad Kurt Vonnegut is dead and didn’t live in Toronto. I’ll get by. Started a very amazing book by Dara Horn, People Love Dead Jews. It wasn’t the title that got me, rather an article where her book was referenced and I wrote it down to locate later. Seems these last years is always about me writing down book titles and trying to get to all of them eventually and seeing if they relate to my thesis. My favourite way to go through them is on audio while walking at the same time in High Park. A lot of surprises in this book like the Chinese town of Harbin. Whew and now I must to locate Chava Rosenfarb’s trilogy about the Lodz ghetto. Dara Horn articulates a very unique and sober story about saviors and victims, the need for our part of the world to have heroes and villains. It fits with a lot of the musical positions I’m writing about too, about who finds unresolved music a problem and who doesn’t and why it is that way and who can accept it and who freaks out if it doesn’t end nicely.