Recently retired Harold Fry receives a letter with news that his old work colleague, Queenie Hennessy, has cancer and that it is now untreatable. She is in a hospice in Berwick upon Tweed. Harold writes a feeble note, and goes… Continue Reading →
This is a gem of a book, easily digested with a cafetiere of coffee, in about 45 minutes. It gives a delightful introduction to haiku through its developments as a Japanese Art Form (even a competitive one) in the Seventeenth… Continue Reading →
It’s been some time since I wrote about the fallout of Savile, and the investigations into the sexual abuse of children. Yesterday, Max Clifford was found guilty of eight counts of sexual assault against young women, and girls as young… Continue Reading →
The Book Thief is set in war torn Nazi Germany, in the impoverished Himmel Strasse of Molching. A ten year-old girl, the protagonist, and her brother are sent to new foster parents, but the boy dies en route. Her… Continue Reading →
A baby is born in 1910, and dies before taking a breath. The same baby is born and lives, and dies again and again. Atkinson takes this central premise, and asks what if there are second chances, third, or… Continue Reading →
I am in danger of writing to a total cliche – writing rule number one. Never use cliches. So writing a whole stream of consciousness about it? Perhaps it is a massive Faux Pad. Oh well… here we go!
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