This poem always makes me smile – even if the hot water runs out on Sunday morning, or the Daleks invade again. And if anyone is keeping notes, I’d like it to be read at my funeral.* gee i like to think of dead gee i like to think of dead it means nearer becauseContinue reading “Gee!”
Category Archives: Literature
Why did I subject myself
To Cormac McCarthy’s The Road? I could have been sticking needles under my nails. I could have been snorting crushed glass. I could have been eating a week-old ham-and-mayo sandwich that had been left out in the sun. This is not to say that the book is not good. Quite the opposite actually – theContinue reading “Why did I subject myself”
Read, drink, and be merry
Fairy tales (modern, ancient, in-between) go well with spiked lemonade, ale, and honey-wine. Although Gregory Maguire goes better with scotch, and I mean real scotch, none of that donkey piss that is often disguised as scotch. And Kate Atkinson goes well with bubbly. Crime novels and hybrid crime novels go well with red wine. SpivakContinue reading “Read, drink, and be merry”
Come away, o human child… To be butchered in the wild
“You mean… They killed her?” asked David. “They ate her,” said Brother Number One. “With porridge. That’s what ‘ran away and was never seen again’ means in these parts. It means ‘eaten.’ ” “Um, and what about ‘happily ever after’?” asked David, a little uncertainly. “What does that mean?” “Eaten quickly,” said Brother Number One.Continue reading “Come away, o human child… To be butchered in the wild”
From my various reading adventures
…Mansoor handed her a wedding gift, a plain black abaya. The cowl was so finely woven that for a second she thought her father wanted to please her. But it was only her grandmother’s abaya; her father was complying with Shumla’s wish that the gown be handed down to her granddaughter.The silk caressed her hands.Continue reading “From my various reading adventures”
Natalia A. 