
My extensive and clandestine network of spies and whistleblowers tell me that under my Christmas tree ( yes I am, I guess, contributing a bit to the Christmas Creep thing here too... but when in Rome ...... ) will be John Cleese's autobiography. I feel I would be ever so much better versed in the whole pursuit and understanding of humour as a concept and phenomenon after reading it.



A couple of things that you mentioned last time around that I wanna get to also. About those "... buggies that plagued us so much last summer " that you were gratefully bidding adieu to with the advent of this winter blast. Yes, they may be frozen now. But.... make no mistake, they or their descendants, WILL return.
The spiders will be leading the charge, too.
That bug item also immediately sent me back to The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy, particularly a scene I recently encountered in my ongoing read through. It appears in what the author itemizes as " Volume Three in the Trilogy of Five `in which Arthur Dent is faced with a creature who, through reincarnation has been various living entities - all of whom Dent has somehow had a hand in killing, at various times throughout time. Sometimes it was an innocently swatted insect while other times it was a plant or small but significant life-form from another planet. I won`t even attempt to summarize it since it`s one of those things one has to read first hand in order to fully experience and appreciate.
This Douglas Adams pilgrimage is certainly becoming another one of those delightful literary discovery events. It's not as rapturous as my finally clicking into THE HOBBIT but its pretty dang close. Douglas Adams had such an awesome way with words. Simon Brett called it fully and completely like it was in his Foreword, when he referred to Adams ``... sheer glee in the potentialities of the English language.`` For someone such as myself who likes to fling words around this is simply a fantastic reading experience, and a multi-volume workshop given by a master.
More on this whole experience once I finish the five volume trilogy.
You asked if we can hear the wild gobblers out there just beyond our yard. Yes, we have heard them often whenever the air was still. Some years we've heard them in abundance for some weeks and then one night we'll start hearing the coydogs howling. Funny, the turkey conversations disappear shortly thereafter.
Your mention of the editing workshop and the " say it out loud " advice sent me immediately to the intro from the Kurt Vonnegut collection I read last year. It was written by his son, Mark. He recalled how dad used to constantly " read it out loud" and change the emphasis, or the timbre, or other aspects for almost every sentence he had just written, just to use his writers ear to fine tune it. The advice you got, Carolyn, was sound advice in more ways than one ,I`m thinking.
Vonnegut the younger finished by noting that he figured this was the way that all writers practised their craft.
Finally, the crossword thing sounds intriguing. It would be something to work on in those almost 8 weeks down on the Yucatan Peninsula. You asked if I`d be able to handle that much time away from here and I gotta admit that I don`t really know. I do know that I will be taking that story I`ve been on and off about over the last couple of years with me, though. We had dinner a short while back with the folks who are our landlords while we are there and they mentioned that there were internet hassles down there. Hope they will be dealt with before we get there. I`d be much more dubious about this time away if it was to be spent in the land that Wi-Fi forgot.
Anyhow, be back atcha later. My snowblower ( with whom I have recently rekindled a longstanding romance ) awaits.
Don.
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Fig. 4 - www.mykidsclubhouse.com
Fig. 5 - www.fantasticfiction.co.uk
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