via the guardian by Blake Morrison
Certainly Jack Kerouac, Dylan Thomas, John Cheever, Ernest Hemingway and F Scott Fitzgerald thought so. But, wonders Blake Morrison, are the words on the page there despite and not because of alcohol?
via the guardian by Blake Morrison
Certainly Jack Kerouac, Dylan Thomas, John Cheever, Ernest Hemingway and F Scott Fitzgerald thought so. But, wonders Blake Morrison, are the words on the page there despite and not because of alcohol?
Enduring Love by Ian McEwan
Bad twins, good twins, identical twins, evil twins, separated at birth twins, mystery solving twins, warring twins, misunderstood twins, twins that are not twins, Romulus and Remus, Artemis and Apollo, and Castor and Pollux, I loved books about twins. I wanted to BE a twin. Not a twin version of shabby old ME, but one of those twins in the books, adorable girls with fat blond braids, or traveling through time. Not included among my twins tomes are the horrible Bobbsey Twins.
from Lisa and Lottie by Erich Kastner:
“Now curls, now plaits, the same heads, the same noses!”
from Stranger with my Face by Lois Duncan:
“She was a duplicate of myself….yet there were differences. This girl’s ears were pierced, and mine were not. Mother and I had gone through a few rounds on that issue, and she had won. “There are enough natural holes in a person’s anatomy,” she had said firmly. ….There was a tiny scar on the chin that might have been nothing more than the result of scratching an insect bite, but it was a scar that I did not have. There was a mole on the neck at a spot where I had no mole.”
The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls
Anton DiSclafani. Riverhead, $27.95 (400p) ISBN 978-1-59448-640-1
The setup for this debut novel is delectable: it’s 1930, the country is tumbling into depression, and 15-year-old Thea has done something bad enough to get her sent from Florida to an elite year-round “camp” in North Carolina where, at least at first, the effects of the economy are kept at bay while affluent Southern girls become “ladies.” DiSclafani, who grew up around horses, is at her best when recreating the intuition and strength of girls in the saddle. Otherwise Thea’s narration feels flattened by history and the characters she encounters never achieve dimensionality. The build toward the revelation of Thea’s crime is drawn out, sapping the reveal of drama, but the account of Thea’s emerging sexuality provides meaningful reflections on the potency of teenage desire. Here too, however, DiSclafani seems distanced from her characters, relying on declarations such as “I was not weak,” “I was angry,” and “I was glum” when exploring the tension of conflicting feelings. Though there are many twists and turns, the prose numbs the pleasure of reading about even the most forbidden of Thea’s trysts. Agent: Dorian Karchmar, WME Entertainment. (June)
I hate all crocodiles, except for one.
Loveable Lyle was first spotted lounging in a bathtub. The Primms have moved into their new Upper East Side brownstone. Mrs Primm hears strange noises from the bathroom and makes the horrifying discovery in the tub. The Primms are horrified but quickly fall in love with the charming and talented reptile. Lyle is very good at double dutch, ice-skating and enjoys watching construction projects. He is kind and sensitive. Lyle and Mrs. Primm are out shopping at a department store and run into Hector P. Valenti -“star of stage and screen !” Signor Valenti and Lyle break into their old act, much to the delight of the store’s customers. Unfortunately, the store is owned by the dastardly “Mr. Grumps”, who is not a fan of Lyle. Mr. Grumps is furious at the showboating in his store! Mr. Grumps has Lyle sent to the city zoo. Signor Valenti breaks him out with the hope of taking their old act back on the road. Lyle wants to see his beloved brownstone one more time before they leave. As they approach the house, they see Mr. Grumps’ house on fire and Lyle rushes in to save Mr. Grumps and his beloved cat Loretta. Mr. Grumps has a change of heart and all ends well. The drawings of Lyle with his craggly smile are FREAKING CUTE.
Bernard Waber, the author of “Lyle, Lyle Crocodile,” died at his Long Island home after a long illness at the age of 91. Waber debuted as an author in 1962 with “The House on East 88th Street,” which introduced readers to Lyle. Lyle’s story continued in “Lyle Finds His Mother,” “Lyle and the Birthday Party”. He also wrote some non-Lyle books, but Lyle is his most beloved. Waber’s final book, “Lyle Walks the Dog,” was a 2010 collaboration with his daughter, Paulis.
Waber’s “warmth, energy, artfulness, elegance, and abiding respect for children were epitomized in his books,” Houghton’s senior vice president and publisher of books for young readers, Betsy Groban, said in a statement.
In the age-old battle between book and bath, humans have tried many things: the reading tray, the deftly balance towel, the take-your-chances method. An eight-year-old girl genius has solved this conundrum, inventing a simple yet ingenious technique for safeguarding books from falling into the bubbles by suspending the book from the wall. All the device needs is a $4 suction cup from the plumbing aisle at your favorite hardware store. Now if she can invent something similar for the iPad.