“I got up from the sofa to put on some background music by Tony Fruscella, Another of my favorite artists” p 76 Bartley & Co. By Enrique Vila-Matas.
I have taken a 6 week hiatus in writing. Cold weather. I’ve hunkered down to read novels. Bartleby & Co by the Spanish writer Enrique Vila-Matas is appropriate. It consists of 176 pages of footnotes about artists, specifically, novelists who do nothing, or at least, they write no novels. It turns out there have been a spate of famous literary celebrities over the centuries who never actually wrote their magnum opus, yet are somehow remembered.
It’s 10 am and I discovered Tony Fruscella, a one album wonder, this morning in my read before work. The music is just right for the last cold winter morning in Austin.
Watson House — 1856, one of the oldest structures in Austin. Here resided the headmaster of a country school for boys. Situated on a bluff overlooking the creek, it must have always provided a secluded retreat. It looks like the work of architect Abner Cook. Its now overshadowed by the building where I work in between art shows when I am not in my studio.
Once an elegant party house built in the French Country style, the structure is camafauged in the winter oaks by its weathered cypress cladding.
A modern bridge, itself handsomely designed and which we may examine at another time, cuts away a view into the abandoned back yard. A cypress gate secludes a rock-walled koi pond from the hubbub of the highway, I-35, 150 yards away. Before the Interstate there was East Avenue which would break off into Cameron Road which left the mules with a choice of going to Houston or Nacadoches, Texas.