I often contemplate going back to the beginning, to the first books, and writing a bit on each one. When I first started to write on the books, I found that in many ways the authors are more interesting than the books. So my attempt to write on Kubin’s The Other Side turned into a bit about Kubin. The books themselves are not uninteresting, it is just the creation of the books often seems moreso. I don’t often look at context though, to the degree I am doing so for this project. I tend to prefer the text as a stand-alone experience, except where it already ties to other things in my mind. I have never been one who goes to seek the context, to read of the book or the author. So perhaps the author’s lives have always been interesting, I can’t say. That said, perhaps I shall try again. Or shall I?