Back on the commuter train for a short stint, and I need some reading material beyond the free so-called newspapers. Bought two books back from my travels: a compilation of short stories called The Beach (pre-dates the novel/film of that name) and including some Cheever, Carver and Australasians such as Keri Hulme and Tim Winton, and some surreal stream-of-consciousness stories by a guy called Peter Mathers, who seems to have fancied himself as Australia’s answer to Burroughs. Not quite the thing for the 18.56 from St Pancras, though it made sense whilst browsing the on-street secondhand bookstalls of St Kilda. The rest (including a new copy of Crime and Punishment to replace a lost one, and some Lorca, who I’ve never tried: I have problems with poetry) came from last week’s jumble sale in Laughton – they’re obviously a cultured lot around there – bar the banjo chord book, 50p from the car boot sale at Sayers Common. This’ll all keep me occupied, and it’s an impressively eclectic assortment, I think.