“Waking up begins with saying am and now.”
The lean first line of Christopher Isherwood’s spare novel, A Single Man. Worth reading, even if you saw that overly opulent film. The book, in contrast, is down to earth, mundane even, yet spiritual. The structure is remarkable as well, an ordinary day that refracts an entire life story. I remember being thunderstruck encountering it as a teen–that gay novels could be grown up was a surprise. It was not (and often still isn’t) a nuanced genre.
A Few Reasonable Words 