Oooh, excellent!
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Retold fairy tales by Tanith Lee and others.
And Amy Tan's post about what was behind her new novel.
Oh, totally, but he was just supposed to live forever, turning out capers for my amusement.
Hey I'm sure that, given the choice, he would totally have done that.
My Mom was ordering vitamins from a catalog by phone,and the sales person asked her if she wanted an herb that would stop her aging. Her response: "I'm 91. I'll stop aging soon enough, but I intend to postpone it as long as possible."
Seamus Heaney has died, at only 74.
In Memoriam: Robert Fitzgerald
The socket of each axehead like the squared
Doorway to a megalithic tomb
With its slabbed passage that keeps opening forward
To face another corbelled stone-faced door
That opens on a third. There is no last door,
Just threshold stone, stone jambs, stone crossbeam
Repeating enter, enter, enter, enter.
Lintel and upright fly past in the dark.
After the bowstring sang a swallow’s note,
The arrow whose migration is its mark
Leaves a whispered breath in every socket.
The great test over, while the gut’s still humming,
This time it travels out of all knowing
Perfectly aimed towards the vacant centre.
Seamus Heaney
I wrote one of my papers in college I was really proud of on his poem "Bone Dreams". What an amazing poet. RIP.
"Bone Dreams" ability to leap over time by thinking about language is so beautiful.
My professor (who as it turns out I was INCREDIBLY lucky to get as a freshman English major, and I count her as a formative influence on thinking about literature) - Robert Penn Warren's daughter - suggested, before we started on the essay, that we look at the Oxford English dictionary and try to follow the roots of the words in the poem. Something, I suspect, that Seamus hadn't done, but was probably in his bones, so to speak.
I need some book recs. I finished The Passage (and loved it), but I don't have the sequel yet. I finished the FitzOsborne books and loved them, too.
I need something I can escape into, something as page-turning as The Passage. To choose from I have Wolf Hall, The Light Between Oceans, The Forgotten Garden, The Little Friend, Dark Places, A Discovery of Witches, and Joe Hill's Horns. Thoughts? (There are dozens of others I could choose from, but I'm looking for longish, engrossing, really removed from my life.)