Nina Bawden: The Witch’s Daughter Puffin Books 1969 (1966) … little things are important. Even if they don’t always seem it. It’s like doing a jigsaw puzzle. All the little bits don’t mean much on their own, till you fit them together to make a pattern. —Tim, chapter 14 Makng a pattern. This is what […]
It’s less than 3 weeks away, but you still have time to pick up a copy of Diana Wynne Jones’ Cart & Cwidder and join us at Calmgrove for Witch Week 2019, a week-long celebration of DWJ and fantasy writing of all sorts. Chris and I have deputized some great guest bloggers to capture a […]
Here are seven more stories about the Jones family and their riotous raven! Arabel and Mortimer are back to cheer your autumn evenings in a bumper edition of Joan Aiken’s crazy tales with all the wonderful Quentin Blake illustrations. Last seen on Jackanory read by the wonderful Bernard Cribbins, these stories have not lost […]
John Preston: The Dig Penguin 2008 (2007) “Why don’t you tell me what made you become interested in photography?” “I suppose it seemed a way of trying to fix moments as they went past. To try to capture them and give them some physical existence. Stop them from being lost for ever. Not that it […]
Here’s another banner-waving bookish post which I hope you’ll find at least entertaining, even if not especially enlightening. But don’t decide on which option (or indeed either) till you’ve struggled your way through to the end! You may remember the Bookish Deadly Sins tag I’d borrowed for a post. You may have wondered if there […]
I dropped off my Brook Tamar guitar at the Brook luthiers’ workshop in Exeter September 6th and I’m eagerly anticipating its return – all new and shiny. While in Exeter I tried a Brook Tavy and a Lowden F32 both wonderful sounding and dreamy to play. If I had the money, I’d be playing them now, particularly the Lowden.
I have recently finished reading and wincing my way through Joseph Conrad’s harrowing “Heart of Darkness” and laughed my way through Roland Barthes’ “Mythologies”. I returned from Bristol today with Ford Madox Ford’s “The Good Soldier” and Ambrose Bierce’s “The Monk and the Hangman” ready for reading over the next few weeks and “Umberto Eco’s “The Name of the Rose” ready for a re-read.
Nothing else to report, just thought I ought to post something out into the ether.
Hope all is well in the real world outside my bubble.
Edit: the Angela Carter novel that was listed in the original posting has been consigned to the bin along with a novel by Arundhati Roy for exactly the same reason.
Don’t you ever wish you could walk into a painting? Step in, nose around corners, peer down corridors, approach closer to a distant view through an opening? That’s what many traditional representations try to do: invite you to explore an interior, marvel at the illusion that this could be a real space, a looking glass […]