That’s right folks. I’ve moved to a new url, new blog, so much NEW!!!www.whitesnails.com
So click and save and click again. I am tired of this design and the constant whoring of this name wordpress. I am wordpress no more.
It is always pleasant when someone you love recommends a book for you. I told Erin that I was in the mood for something short and light, and she advised me that maybe a children’s book would be appropriate for the end of the summer. I have picked up a novel by a first time writer, Joanne Owen, who has written Puppet Master. Here is the description on the back:
When Milena meets the charismatic Puppet Master and his menacing proteges, the twins Zdenko and Zdenka, in Prague’s Old Town Square she has no idea quite how much her life is about to change. In a story rich in the traditions of circus and theatre, myth mingles with the mystery of a missing heiress, Milena’s mother, and her daughter’s magical legacy is revealed.
How cool does that sound? I know that I’m intrigued and it’s a short 200 pages, so should be just the right thing to pass a few days. Cheers.
…Under God, well maybe not God, maybe Literature.
Erin and I were in the Crapters recently and she asked me an intriguing literary question. If you could only read one nation’s work of literature, the authors must have a birth certificate from this nation and (here is the fun part) you are restricted from reading authors outside of this nation, which nation do you choose?
It is a difficult question to answer. So many wonderful authors from so many different countries: Ireland, Great Britain, Japan, United States, India, Mexico.
Going to think on this for a bit and will respond later, but enjoy. Cheers.
Reading an introduction to The Surrealist Manifesto written by Andre Breton in 1924 I was struck by a phrase that Rainey, the editor to my Modern Literature Anthology attributes to a young Breton growing up, “his omnivorous reading habits.”
I like the idea of certain books being meat oriented (Carnivorous) and some being vegetable based (Herbivorous). It makes me reflect on which category certain authors would find themselves being placed in. Someone like William Shakespeare would be considered a carnivorous read, full of meaty content and sustenance. A writer like Albert Camus though would in my mind be herbivorous by nature. Camus is indeed filling but gently and lightly, not as weighed down by all of the meat, scraps, and offal that Shakespeare brings with his epic folio.
Maybe this is crazy, something to consider though.
Feeling overwhelmed and as such have not been as motivated to blog lately. Micro-blogging on facebook, twitter, and here at wordpress will have to suffice. Later.
Uncle Ernest’s Life Lesson of the Week:
“It is often said that I am a man of excess. I find this hard to comprehend. I enjoy an occasional glass of wine. I also frequently enjoy a bit of rum in my drinks. And at times I have been known to sample a mojito or two or three. Still, the public eye insists that I am a man of excess. Crash a boat in the Pacific with 20 crates of tequila and the papers give you hell for life. Lesson of the Week: do not accept ‘double dares’ from friends. Apparently it is not possible to funnel tequila and navigate a boat all at the same time.”