June 26, 2010
My Uncle Matthew had four magnificent bloodhounds, with which he used to hunt his children. In The Pursuit of Love, the character of Uncle Matthew stands in for Mitford’s own father, Lord Redesdale, a loon of the highest order, who did indeed conduct horse and hounds fox hunts, his children taking on the role of […]
June 19, 2010
You may see such disfigurements far and wide over California – and in some such places, where only meadows and forests are visible – not a living creature, not a house, no stick or stone, or remnant of a ruin, and not a sound, not even a whisper to disturb the sabbath stillness – you […]
June 12, 2010
The black bog had him by the feet; the sucking of the ground drew him on, like the thirsty lips of death. Well, R.D. churned out many a romance in the second half of the 19th century, but he hit the jackpot when he wrote Lorna Doone. Great story. Great characters. Great. Late 16th century […]
June 7, 2010
The greens emerge, stepping onstage to introduce the first act. The yellows take the cue. They tumble, juggle, and sing a peppy song. The audience, decked out in snazzy new clothes, is thrilled.
June 5, 2010
One was on fire, and flapped lamely off by itself, billowing gigantically like a monstrous blood-red star. Catch 22, a great novel, unique, funny, odd, and serious as Hell, it’s one of the select few on my shelf of Read and Read Again and Again.
May 29, 2010
My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy; and, when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change, without torture such as you cannot even imagine. These words never tumbled from Boris Karloff’s lips while he played Frankenstein’s monster, did they? The monster, as […]
May 24, 2010
ATTEMPTED MURDER **** CRIME OF WEATHER PASSION **** WINTER’S ASSAULT ON SPRING **** STRANGULATION BY ICE **** LOCALS STUNNED, BUT HOPEFUL
May 22, 2010
I mean it was quite amuseing in spots because it was really quite riskay but the spots were not so close together and I never seem to like to always be hunting clear through a book for the spots I am looking for, especially when there are really not so many spots that seem to […]
May 16, 2010
Surrounded by butter, the writing foreman, clad in a sparkly pink jumpsuit and sporting a pair of golden spats, pronounced, “The words selected and the sounds they make when spoken are most important.”
May 15, 2010
A boy cycled past wearing a red woollen cap, and the cap went down the road like a torch until the fog put it out. This delightful sentence turns up out of nowhere in Smiley’s People.