On Wittgenstein's Mistress
For the last couple of weeks I have spent the first part of most mornings reading thirty pages of David Markson’s Wittgenstein’s Mistress. This, I think, is a good way to read it. Still groggy from sleep, brain gradually acclimating to thought as the coffee begins to digest. Thirty pages at a time.
I have had this copy of Wittgenstein’s Mistress for six …