If Jamon Mondo touched me one more time I’d kill him.
I almost wish I hadn’t finish this book. I was on the verge of tossing it around two thirds in, but figured I’d read this far might as well see how it ends. But the final third is actually quite good. Not sure if it is enough to make up for the first part, But now I am a little curious about the next books in the series.
It started off a lovely sunny day here today. Started off, so you can tell it didn’t stay that way. But look at that blue sky around the Spike, that was this morning so it was And as I look out the window now it seems okay. Not fantastic, but it is March. In ireland. […]
John McGahern died yesterday. For those who haven’t heard of him, he was an Irish author. Born in Leitrim, he became a teacher. After the publication of his book The Dark he was forced to leave teaching, as the Board of Management didn’t want the author of a banned book teaching. The book he is […]
Two whole days ago I mentioned the fact that there should be more cursing in random instructions. And this stencil graffiti-artist agrees with me Pity that someone tried to deface the work of art :) Linknotes: I told you I was gonna post it, didn’t I? ↩
When I was at college, suffering through a year of shite in order to become a librarian, we were introduced to the world of classification, and language, keywords and descriptors. And how when you describe something you have to be accurate and careful in the language you use. You have to think about how other […]
Nuair a dhúisigh mé this morning I was so very very tired. So tired that it was the alarm clock that woke me. Normally I wake 5 minutes before the alarm goes off, then turn it off and snooze for 5 minutes when the phone alarm goes off. And after that I get a few […]
I listening to an radió and one of those anti-drink driving ads. Now radio adverts have a problem in that they can’t show the horrific scenes that work so well in making people sensible. So instead they have this fella giving a funeral oration. Telling everyone what a great lad yer man who died was. […]
Leute, Ruhe bitte! I have an announcement: Today I am mostly in a rambling-non-sense making mood We are unsure of when this will end, but eventually we shall shut-up again. England Prevails This is all Linknotes: like you couldn’t figure that out after my earlier post ↩ – of course we do not mean this […]
Slacking off am I? I’ll give you slacking off I’ll make your eyes weep from reading so much. So I will. Or maybe not. I was listening to the radio on my way home from work yesterday, and I heard a comment that surprised me. Seems that an interrogation with An Gardaí is nothing like […]
Based on the true story of Grace Marks, an infamous murderer in Canada in the 1840’s, Atwood’s book uses different narrators to tell the story, as well as interspersing the story with extracts from other works. From poems, fiction, newspapers of the time, and other sources. Although this is based on the real story, Atwood has, of course, fictionalised a great deal of the novel.
The two narrators are Grace herself, who tells her story in the first person, past tense, and Simon Jordan, the doctor investigating her claims of insanity or innocence. His parts are told by a third person narrator, and are in the present tense.
You know Clive Owen is an actor that puzzles me. I always think that he could do a lot better than the films I’ve seen him in. King Arthur was a piece of piss, although it looked great. His part of Sin City was the weakest, and I never bothered with Closer, so why do I always think he is a good actor?
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Sometimes I make myself laugh at my own idiot behaviour. There I was reading a blog that stated “due to being bombarded with spam we’ve disabled comments” and I thought to myself “I should leave them a comment saying that I’ve heard nothing but good things about Spam Karma 2 And, in more sensible news, […]