Book Review: Visitation by Jenny Erpenbeck. Of Place and Leavings.

I think there is an emotion tied to place called leaving. It’s one that has imprinted on my adult life: it’s gentle and nostalgic, bearing depths of signified meaning that change the everyday and the commonplace, with a touch of grief allowing the comfort in an ever-repeating pattern of ceremony that we atheists otherwise don’t … More Book Review: Visitation by Jenny Erpenbeck. Of Place and Leavings.

Copyright and a Commons for Writers. A Novel Approach Applied Stupidly.

  I wrote a novel and in that novel I decided to attack copyright by breaking it.  You’ve no doubt spotted the problem, already.  It took me five years and 152,000 words to get to where you are in one sentence.  Think about that; because I certainly didn’t. In posting the fine arts paintings on … More Copyright and a Commons for Writers. A Novel Approach Applied Stupidly.

Book Review: *A little Life* by Hanya Yanagihara. [Let’s Deal with Individualism & Identity.]

Warning: this contains plot spoilers (although I don’t believe A Little Life is the sort of book that spoilers necessarily affect reading). Despite earlier writing I wouldn’t be reviewing this novel because it was too ugly, I’ve changed my mind. Although I intend to merely look at three aspects that interest me relating to – … More Book Review: *A little Life* by Hanya Yanagihara. [Let’s Deal with Individualism & Identity.]

Of Dogs As Family | Art, Values & Rules | Film Review: Olympus Has Fallen (2013)

This sentence is thirteen words too many reviewing Olympus Has Fallen. It’s awful. If I posted that on social media there would be a flame war over if that sentence is thirteen words or fourteen because it’s is two words: it is. Or is it? People would fall out over that irrelevant detail. The movie … More Of Dogs As Family | Art, Values & Rules | Film Review: Olympus Has Fallen (2013)

Sheafferuede

Next month my fountain pen is 34 years old. I’ve worn all the black paint down to the brass where it’s held in my hand, and because I’m jealously possessive of it, the only hand that’s held it is mine. The brass showing through is not a consistent, unbroken surface, but has a lovely shiny … More Sheafferuede