Look I got a job OK and turns I am useless at doing more than one thing ever, and for the past three weeks that one thing has been “be a policy analyst.” It is Friday and do you know what I am going to do tonight? All of you who guessed “sleep” may award [...]
Posts Tagged ‘children’s literature’
Yeah well and stuff
Posted in children's literature, comics, Me: shit, tagged children's literature, comics, I am a public servant all the time, Me: shit on August 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Motherbitches I am Back
Posted in children's literature, comics, Crafty, criticism, George MacDonald, Lewis Carroll, postmodernism!, thesis, unemployment, writers I like, tagged Chap, children's literature, comics, Crafty, criticism, George MacDonald, Lewis Carroll, postmodernism!, thesis, unemployment, writers I like on July 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I finished my thesis, and to prove it here is an allegorical representation of that momentous achievement: By way of explanation I might add that the wee boy who is thrashing me round the ring is a character called Diamond from a George MacDonald book called At the Back of the North Wind. As for [...]
Sometimes I Have Doubts
Posted in C S Lewis, children's literature, criticism, George MacDonald, Lewis Carroll, writers I like, tagged C S Lewis, children's literature, criticism, George MacDonald, Lewis Carroll, writers I like on January 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I imagine this giant literary club in the sky. The metaphysical poets would be whooping it up, no-one would want to get too close to James Joyce. Christina Rossetti and Elizabeth Barrett-Browning would be raising eyebrows at each other across the unconscious bodies of the Beats: “typical bloody men.” My lot, the children’s authors, would [...]
Peering out of the Bakelite tower
Posted in drinking/drunk, Hamish, thesis, tagged children's literature, criticism, drinking/drunk, Hamish, thesis on September 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
It’s hard being a postgraduate student. You spend ninety percent of your time in a tiny office which smells of feet. If you are lucky, and I am, the person(s) your share that space with will not be a socially maladjusted Freudian specialist, but the vast majority are not lucky, and may have to spend [...]
