Monday, May 18, 2009
The tamed shrew
Let's all fetishise typists, nylon stockings, girdles and being ancillary to an owerweening cad in a suit!
Now, which partisan bloggette will follow in tow?
My next post shall address the colourless bloggers and their 'thrifting' the palatable aspects of Grey Gardens as assisted by HBO, of course, that is, headscarves and charming kookiness not decrepitude, flea-ridden squalor and a pair of old shrews. It promises fun.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
A family romance
Ah, I believe I’ve found a kindred in the old dame A. S. Byatt. Somehow her deflating 2003 review of Harry Potter managed to pass me by. Here is a snatch:
Neatly wrapped contempt within lolly-pink foil. She goes on to say sans wrapping:
Thanks, Antonia. I may now look upon your new novel beyond simply remarking that its jacket could be confused with one of Rushdie's chromatic muddlings.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Off with her head!
Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are
Adiga’s The White Tiger
Nick McDonnell’s Twelve
Douglas Coupland’s Girlfriend in a Coma
Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby
Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children
Yann Martel’s The Life of Pi
Colette’s Cheri
Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.