Here’s some more vexatious, misunderstood and underused words and phrases. Continue reading
When books have all seized up like the books in graveyards
And reading and even speaking have been replaced
By other, less difficult, media, we wonder if you
Will find in flowers and fruit the same colour and taste
They held for us for whom they were framed in words,
And will your grass be green, your sky be blue,
Or will your birds be always wingless birds?
Louis MacNeice (1907–1963), To Posterity (collected in Visitations, 1957)
Have a look at photographer Babycakes Romero’s smartphone-themed collection, The Death of Conversation.
Here’s some vexatious, misunderstood and underused words and phrases. Continue reading
Numero Zero, by Umberto Eco. My review for Shiny New Books.
For a short novel, Numero Zero is amazingly leisurely and discursive. It’s like an Arabian Nights for conspiracy theorists, historians of the late 20th century and political sceptics, with stories within stories, asides, facts, speculation, satire and nods to the past and future. If that sounds like a bit of a mess and possibly hard going, in fact it’s jolly and generally entertaining, if slightly uneven.
“The point is, everything we heard was false or distorted … we’ve been living a lie. I’ve always said: never believe what they tell you …”
“And your story ends there…”
“Eh, no, this is the beginning of another one, and perhaps I only became interested through what happened next…”
Being a freelance and mostly working from home now, I can occasionally pick up a camera when staring out of the window. This is some of what I saw from September to November. Continue reading
This week’s Apprentice opened with the candidates being summoned to Dr Johnson’s house to look at the memorial to his cat, Hodge, outside. This was the set-up for Lord Sugar to give them a pet-bothering task: “People will stop at nothing to pamper their pets, and the pet market is worth a massive 4.6 billion pounds per year. Now I want you to get a piece of that action…” Continue reading
Gorsky by Vesna Goldsworthy. My review for Shiny New Books.
Gorsky is an enigmatic, much-gossiped-about billionaire who is rarely seen at his own famously gorgeous parties; there is a suggestion of some enormous unresolved romance in his life; his public character has something staged, unusually deliberate, theatrical about it—you could say that his personality is “an unbroken series of successful gestures”, if you wanted to quote from The Great Gatsby. And you probably do want to quote from The Great Gatsby; I did from the blurb onwards.
There was something so obvious in his slightly taciturn appearance that, almost from day one, I called him the ‘The Great Gorsky’…