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Too many months have passed without self-indulgent writing, with no wordy rambling save skinny scratchings in a work-related notebook and the occasional sentence plugged into my phone’s orangey notes. Someone has left a whole watermelon on my doorstep. The eyes have been scratched out of a massive poster of Wil Anderson up the […]
A quel age pour a Wes Anderson?
Oh, please see that title for the faux pretension that it holds, for the rest of the post is probably pure pretension. Or whatever. Oh, I WAS relieved when my sons loved Wes Anderson’s version of The Fantastic Mr Fox. Der. Of course. And I’ve just come home from seeing Moonrise Kingdom. Loved it. Yes, […]
Three new reviews
After an absence whose days were full but not fertile, here are Kate Forsyth’s Bitter Greens, Playing House by Amy Choi, and the wonderful Adam Johnson’s The Orphan Master’s Son. Astute (one may say time-fortunate) readers may note the newish and natty little quote hanging around recently added reviews. This quaint folly is my editor’s […]