“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”
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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”
Licorice
Is an awesome poetry collection from Ellen Bush, available via Bull City Press. I wrote a detailed (and florid) review this winter, but the file seems to be missing from my hard drive. Have got my flashlight and my mutt-that-might-as-well-be-a-bloodhound and am looking for it in the dark corners of cyberspace. Anyway, don’t wait forContinue reading “Licorice”
The dementia progresses
Frighteningly enough, I’ve recently discovered another thing that I agree with Camille Paglia on: I despise the sneering that our liberal humanists do about capitalism even while they enjoy all of its pleasures and conveniences. I just despise it. She then, of course, went and argued that Rush Limbaugh is a swell guy. She’s likeContinue reading “The dementia progresses”
Could one possibly fall in love with a bunch of… blog-posts?
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. The rest of the blog is just as good. She’s gorgeous and funny, and if I was a lesbian (or a single bisexual), I would be chasing after her with a giant net. Did that sound creepy? I hope not. I am in awe. I can’t help it. IContinue reading “Could one possibly fall in love with a bunch of… blog-posts?”
Natalia A. 