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The little reader who could, GODDAMMITT

“Beneath the woman’s veil, nothing could be seen. Above it, a half-mask covered the upper part of her face with cast-metal compassion.” — Janet Morris, Cruiser Dreams, Book Two in the Three Part Saga of the Kerrion Empire ( Berkley Science Fiction, Fourth Printing, September 1984, pp. 105) By god, …

The Darville’s in the Details

Having met Helen Darville when she was still pretending to be Helen Demidenko, I’ve had an ongoing curiosity with her story. And the fact I took a reasonably instantaneous dislike to her persona — supposed or otherwise (‘needy’ was the sense I got) — added to the fact I have …

Aw, crap

Atwood’s back in the gang. Literature is an uttering, or outering, of the human imagination. It lets the shadowy forms of thought and feeling – heaven, hell, monsters, angels and all – out into the light, where we can take a good look at them and perhaps come to a …

Things best left unknown

I’m blocked. I was reading this book, quite happily — well, not *quite* happily, that’s the problem, that’s why I slowed, stopped, looked around. And when I looked around I became — — blocked — — unable to continue with confidence. It was weird, but to start from the beginning: …

What kind of reader

gwendabondgirl asks: So. What kind of reader are you? Some years ago, trapped in bed with a cold & a novel I came to despise, I decided I would never again read a bad book. I’d rather not say what that book was, because I’m sure the author tried very …

Writing and drilling

“There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.” — Ernest Hemingway Of course Hemingway is an excellent writer. *Of course* he’s an influential writer. Possibly THE most influential writer. I can probably …

The Spaces In Between

I was looking for this quote last night when I was thinking about Bill Henson: “The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes — ah, that is where the art resides.” — Artur Schnabel, pianist, (1882-1951) I like the idea that art is …