Implete
Call this a cop-out, if you like, but I'll defend it.
Not going to write anything of my own today, much, but am going to link to Jeanette Winterson's homepage. Go and read her Column; the whole thing, if you've lots of time, or just dib in and out and in again. I re-(re-re-)read Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit yesterday, and remembered why I've always loved Winterson's writing. Just because it is. It's new, always, and it's funny - really funny, the kind that stays with you for its truthful observation. After the recent Harry Potter doings, reading genuinely fantastic LITERATURE (all capitalized, all!) like this is like eating vegetables I've grown myself, instead of unidentifiable pre-packaged gunge. Back to real books for a while now. Though the enjoyment of reading something easy and readable and storyful after battling with Serious Things was nice, the relief of going back to that struggle is tremendous. Back at home. It's like breathing again, is reading something enduring.
There's a lot of her writing on the website - articles as well as the column. Go read. And her books. And then again.
4 comments:
*flailing*
I had forgotten (how is that possible) that I read Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit a while ago.... LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! SOOOOO GOOD!!!! <- yes that is the extent of my literary review.
:D
"I suppose in a world of no job security and short contracts, finding a continuous narrative is important. Maybe that is why so many people want to write. There has to be some story-line, and the world of work no longer offers it, and perhaps it is not there in peoples’ personal lives either."
*more flailing*
*spends rest of day reading the website cover to, er, cover.. as it were*
Well, flailing arms are a good start. ;)
I like to think so. It's pretty representative of my reaction to brilliant things.
The downside being that I haven't even begun tackling the heap of library books at home, and already I want to add a heap more. Damn you, Jeanette!
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