Peter Treseder * The Golden Globe circuit
His arm is round the woman’s shoulders now and they’re both laughing. He puts his glass down and lifts his arm to point, waving his hand round in a way that makes her laugh even harder. He reaches back for his glass, shouts and lurches to his feet.
A Golden Koala award to Chicken Lady of Locust Lane for her tireless research into Nar Nar Goon, in preparation for the bus trip she won in our Literary Genres competition (see earlier posts). It has been noted at the highest levels. The marching band is already practising The Star Spangled Banner and there will be a Sarah Palin lookalike contest.
Immutabilities (Wowliam Blake)
He who smiles upon a shark
shall ever bear the fish’s mark
Some ten or fifteen years ago a previously little-known pianist named Joyce Hatto, a woman in her seventies who had not appeared in public for more than twenty years, came to the notice of music buffs thanks to a series of extraordinary recordings put out by her husband’s Concert Artists’ label.
Barry ducks down below the sink and stays there on his hands and knees. Through the opaque windows in the door he can see a big shape, the arm up against the door frame, the head looming closer as the cop tries to look through the frosted glass.
From time to time Gert’s acquaintances say of a book (including Gert’s own books), with an expression ranging from faint distaste to downright ire, Of course, it’s very clever.
Gert has a brother known, and not known, as Denis Kodaly, an inveterate snapper-up of literary trifles. By a bizarre series of coincidences beginning in a Parisian fish shop and ending in a part-time taxidermist’s rooms in Kansas City, he has come upon a manuscript referred to in Oscar Trerty’s magisterial “Marble Brain – a life of Gertrude Stein” but not previously found in spite of the efforts of Stein scholars. We reproduce here a short extract.
Adam Mars-Jones has given Edward St Aubyn’s Lost for Words a right old kicking in the latest LRB (vol 36 no 9 8 May 2014) : off the peg and strangely skewed…into the badlands of travesty or burlesque.. In the absence of dramatic plausibility there must at least be comic verve….
And following on the bear theme, Gert has been thinking about one of her favourite childhood books, Elizabeth Gorell’s The Bear Bus, in which the earnest young bear Stubbins decides to keep a notepad by his bed so that he can record the good ideas he has in the night. When he wakes up he sees what he’s written: