Whenever else should I feel irresistible desire to start a close-reading, more precisely a re-reading project related to historiography than one day before the start of Giro d’Italia. So many things are still to do with both website (the English one, see the link above) and the Hungarian one, TOURázzunk együtt (and I mentioned before how many negative feelings I usually carry with me because of the appaling feedbacks I got from the Hungarian audience over the years).
But I say no for the simple solution, just doing what to do around my road cycling projects. Nope, and nope again.
I rather wish to spend more time to re-read some of those important books influenced me as a scholar. Because it’s very true, that 2025 has brought so much changing (just thinking about that I decidedI should start a project about revisiting and rethinking the importance of historical novels written around the time period between 1987 and 1995, but it seems now so long time ago, and so many thing changed, most if all the fact that the way how we look at history, past, thoxe abdtract things like snostalg, should be revisiting after these turboulend few month changed the world politics and therefore the mindset of people so drastically).
Anyway. Thinking about how many novels I started reading recently and never finished(at least there sre novels, !ast year was about hin-fictuin vooks with the same result while almost totally neglected fictional storytelling, at least in written from. Oh yeah, and there was that tiny little progress in understanging better how my brain works, why fictional storylleng and even more the performances of actors are important to me)
Oh, yes, and not to mention that I just saw recently some compillations ofthe best classic book adaptations by BBC, the hidden gems, and there was so many but really so many good idea what should I read (for example I still haven’t read any Anthony Trollope novels ,although it was years ago * realised Anthony Trollope isn’t just a weird character in the world kf Radio Active/KYTV, but there was an actual writer in the 19th century with this name. Sorry, although Hungarian literature education does pretty well when it comes to world literature, but somehow 19th and 20th centurian Britisg literature is pushed back a little to give more space for South-American magical realism)
So yes, although I passed 45 a few days ago (and I’m happy for so many reasons that I’m now closer to my 50th than my 40th birthday), in many ways I still like a young person, looking hopefully in the future, eager to do something.
Too much of something. Unfortunately.
I sweary if I figure out how to put in order, how to harness my whimsical brain, I would rule the world. But because I will never succeed in this, ypu don’t have to worry about it.
Anyaway here I am one day before the start of Giro d’Italia.
Oh, yes, and just for the record: while I was writing this post, I opene eight news tavs with eight new post ideas, loosely related to this one, and I will forget them in an hour and never ever write them.