It was the best, most, and first of times. 2017 was other adjectival things too, but I’ll stick to the good bits. Best reads (in alphabetical order by author surname) Grand Hotel, Vicki Baum A Favourite of the Gods, Sybille Bedford Notes from a Dead House, Fyodor Dostoevsky Old Filth, Jane Gardam Hild, Nicola Griffith…
Tag: year-end wrap-up
2015: Year of the Woolf
It’s been a satisfying and frustrating year; one of highs and lows, hope and something approaching despair (never actual despair; there would be no talking about full and ripe despair); productivity and slackness; the joyful and the maudlin…. Where am I going here? Straight to Dickens, it seems: 2015 really has encompassed the best and worst of…
This is the way 2013 ends: not with a bang, but with a purr of tired contentment
The content has been pretty thin on the ground around here lately, in part due to a sheer lack of time and in part due to some bad luck re: intestinal health. I had a verra, verra turrible stomach bug a few weeks ago and now I’m down (though not nearly so far down) with…
2012: More and less; or, something deep and maybe a little bit pretentious about slow reading
Before we lived in the internet age, I used to find New Year’s Day simply interminable. The last time I lived a life in which access to the WWW wasn’t pretty much constant was when I still lived in Halifax, in the late 90s. New Year’s Day, in all the years leading up to my…
Jam and Idleness 
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