Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Getting enjoyment out of life in various ways
It's been absolutely glorious weather, warm enough for summer (in Scotland) but with those long shadows that remind you that the earth is tilting away from the sun and you'd better enjoy things now before autumn closes in. We've been enjoying from the top of Corstorphine Hill -
- ooh, look: some tell-tale autumnal colours there -
and along the canal -
- not a ripple on the water -
- and in Princes Street. There were some Japanese tourists with parasols. Now, those were optimistic items to bring on a Scottish holiday at the end of September.
So that's been nice, but the real joy's come from a review which I've just read of a novel which has been long-listed for the US National Book Award for fiction. I don't like to criticise your taste, Americans, but - really?
Here are some quotes from the novel which were used in the review.
"She made a promise that he would never know the scope of her darkness, that she would never show him the evil that lived in her, that he would know of her only a great love and light."
"The dean's eyebrows were caterpillars that chew down apple trees overnight."
"She had gorgeous hands, like owlets."
"The ice had retracted from the banks to resemble gums with exposed tooth roots."
"Her grandmother's mouth was more dash than n, signalling happiness." (???)
"His looks were both promising and as if some essential promise had fled and left wreckage in its wake, which was odd, the boy being fifteen at most."
There you are. That cheered you up, didn't it? I wish I were still teaching - what fun I would have discussing these with a class.
(I don't like to type out the complete title in case ... well, I don't know. But it's F-tes and Fur--s by Laur-n Gr-ff. I think I need to order it from the library to find a few more gems.)