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I’m off to Sitio Remedios in Currimao to listen to the pounding waves and read Vasily Grossman’s doorstop, Life and Fate, in the lighthouse. In the daytime I will stay out of the frizzling sun, read the novel I finished writing in May, and decide whether to shred it or rewrite chunks of it, assuming I can bear the sight of it. In the nighttime I will take walks, assuming the mosquitoes let me, look at the sky, and figure out once and for all where the blasted Big Dipper is. We might put up a white sheet on the beach and watch movies—any time is the right time for Preston Sturges. If I am not too lazy I will look at the contestants for the best grave, maybe visit some haunted houses. I’ve never actually seen a ghost; they avoid me, and for good reason.