About to finish South Riding, by Winifred Holtby. It’s set in an — I hope — not too fictionalized Yorkshire Riding. It’s more of an ensemble book, not singularly focused on an educator as the one and only main character, than To Serve Them All My Days by R. F. Delderfield, which is next on my list, electronic cover illustration gazing at me from my Kindle. And yet, I still get a new Kindle copy […]
Stars I just took the dogs outside for one last run around the yard, and stopped on the flagstone path by one side of the fence, and looked up at the stars just beyond the limbs of the oak across the street that reaches over most of our side yard as well as the neighbors’. Except, they weren’t all stars. The blinking little lights were lightning bugs. They were not, as they were just a […]
Why White Is Wicked: Observatory: Design Observer. If you wear clothes, you’re kind of guilty.
Quinn’s piece stands out because its every idea is so toxically spoiled and vain that reading it aloud to a parakeet and a small child in an unventilated room would make both of them drop dead. via It’s The End of Power for the Dinosaur Washington Socialites, According to a Haughty Dinosaur Socialite. You don’t always get a comparison this original…
My friend Sid’s house is in here…
If I’d found out that Norman Mailer liked me, I’d have killed myself. Ray Bradbury via Paris Review – Fact-checking Ray Bradbury, Stephen Andrew Hiltner. Related articles Remembering Ray Bradbury (themillions.com) Ray Bradbury Believed That Stories Could Change Lives (theatlantic.com)
Somewhere a band is playing Oh listen, oh listen, that tune! If you learn it you’ll dance on forever In June… And yet June… And more…June… And death will be dumb and not clever And death will be silent forever In June and June and more June. — Ray Bradbury