It’s funny how we think we know the people we think we know. Until we find out we don’t. Then we’re surprised, but not really because we sort of suspected it all along. That we didn’t know them as well as we thought we did. Or at all. It makes us sad. Then it makes
Monthly Archives: February 2009
“Fiction begins where human knowledge begins. With the senses.” – Flannery O’Connor
We, Steph and I, climbed out at Bridge Street and ducked into a Tesco Express for paracetamol and hand sanitizer. Hoping they had a loo too. They didn’t. But they did have the bulk standard Meal Deal which we lunched on in the Square – a little patch of grass near Parliament which, it should
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
Plez Hubbard died last week. That wont mean a thing to you. Unless you live on the mountain…or used to. My mom called and said ‘they found him in his car’ and that someone had made out he’d been there for a while. But he hadn’t. His obituary showed up too soon for that. I’m
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.” I don’t know about you, but the opening line of Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis colours my view of the entire book. Whenever someone asks me to review it or just ‘tell me what you think
My grandmother tells me I look like my mother. And when I put on her old flannel shirt circa 1975… She laughs, “It’s enough to confuse anyone!” Pity I didn’t get the washboard abs she liked to sport, even at six months pregnant (I do not lie), or her Nefertiti neck. But I did get
