Tag: ramblings
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Their, Their Sex.
My closest school friend turned 24 yesterday (happy b’day, deevan!). I am not scheduled to do so for another five months, but her birthday has always seemed like the onset of mine, splitting the year into neat halves: until June 30 I am 23-and-a-bit; on July 1, I am almost-24. For most of my life…
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The Would-be Medici.
It is the desperate moment when we discover that this empire, which had seemed to us the sum of all wonders, is an endless, formless ruin, that corruption’s gangrene has spread too far to be healed by our sceptre, that the triumph over enemy sovereigns has made us the heirs of their long undoing. …
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The Step Between.
“When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?” The life and times of the person Cromwell. Umberto Eco tells us there is a fate that links the historical novel to medieval topics. He explains that this is because many of our contemporary conflicts can be traced to the tumultuous, and ongoing, break…
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Library Daze.
Every so often, I ricochet between books. When I am not mired in this dismal chaos, I romanticise it to anyone who will listen as the best part of this crazy writing life and what not. Utter rot. My library wanders between zoo and carnival. There are always some islands. Last night, one was John Gray.…
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Lost Ended (praise the lord).
Short Version: Jack Shephard had daddy issues. The boy in black had mommy issues. Go figure. Longer Version The great thing about Lost was its ensemble. Even conceding the mythology was complex for a television show- if you’ve spent your life steeped in spec-fic, well, *shrug*. The science was wonky, the fantasy clunky. The only…