I could write anything in this post. It's going to be one of those pieces that could go anywhere, via a balloon trip to the moon, a mirrored pathway to the dimensions of light, or even a little bottle with the note that reads 'drink me'. Sometimes there doesn't need to be a rhyme or reason to anything at all. It will, however, probably prove to be far less interesting.
Tutoring continues, after a brief visit to the past objectified by Nottingham (a weekend spent making the leafdaughter laugh as much as humanly possible), as does the endless run of tiredness which worries constantly. It's not right to be tired so much of the time. It can't be. It would be more pleasant to see a white rabbit examine his gold watch or a kangaroo spin bowls full of jelly atop poles. Hmm, do you think kangaroos would be good at plate spinning? Best make a note in the event of animal acts becoming more acceptable in the future.
Anything could happen in the next half hour, as would be said in 'Stingray' every week. One of the great things about being raised on reruns is a broad exposure to the whole history of television, from the wackiness of 'Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea', to the dramatic punch of 'Quantum Leap' and the wonders in between of 'Star Trek', 'Cheers' and 'MASH'. It's wonderful to run that gamut, and then throw in 'Stingray', 'Batman' and even 'Hunter' as well. Then, there were the books, which unsurprisingly began with David Eddings, and piles of 'Star Trek' and 'The A-Team' novelisations and novels, as well as 'The Magician's Nephew' and some of the other usual suspects. It was nice.
The words will stop in a moment, as fatigue sets in and sleep beckons. There will be more book talk in upcoming days, and perhaps a revision to the slightly confused ramble about 'The Master And Margarita'. Oh, and the ever confounding process of booking surface travel will be covered, as a journey to France and perhaps Spain is compiled. Such planning is rather complicated! It would have been easier to wind up a cosmic cog and be catapulted through a crack in the space time continuum.
O.
Wednesday, 17 February 2016
Monday, 15 February 2016
Book: 'The Master And Margarita' by Mikhail Bulgakov (1967)
Fascinating. A great Russian novel which belies their reputation (in my misbehaving mind) of unending misery and gloomy death-laden finales. Now, that's not to say that 'The Master And Margarita' (TMAM) has a happy ending, but it certainly has at least an ambiguous one.
TMAM needs to be considered as a novel of two halves, which may not necessarily match. The first consists of the arrival of the devil called Woland to Moscow, with his own troupe, and the chaos they cause with all their mischief, while the second is driven by the eponymous Margarita and her persistently anonymous lover known only as 'the master' due to her admiration of his unpublished novel. This is all linked together by a backstory involving Pontius Pilate and Jesus, but don't go expecting a religious book, as it's really not. A brief skimming of Wikipedia reveals that, once again, I have missed a broad swathe of satire in the novel, but I would characterize it as being irreligious in the grander scheme of things.
It it a 'great novel', at least in its translation? It's genuinely hard to say. The fact that I finished it so quickly, and with enjoyment, would perhaps indicate that it isn't, as my tastes don't run in that direction. Is it a successful bawdy romp? Yes and no, as the second half is markedly less of a romp and winds down the story in a non-climactic manner. On the other hand, much of the demonic japes involve nakedness and counterfeit money, the former of which is almost the definition of bawdiness. There is no definite ending, merely a departure of the antagonists. Woland is not defeated, but merely leaves in search of fresh mischief. It's fitting but non-climactic, despite fitting into my theory of 'en media res' at beginning and end.
Is it satirical? I don't know. Is this a wonderful text in the translation by Michael Glenny? Yes. It's witty and enthralling, despite tailing off toward the end. Does it say something about the human condition? Not particularly. I can't work it out, and it will need to be reread. That need to be reread is a sign of quality.
Hmm, a blog post that ultimately says nothing. That's not unusual!
O.
TMAM needs to be considered as a novel of two halves, which may not necessarily match. The first consists of the arrival of the devil called Woland to Moscow, with his own troupe, and the chaos they cause with all their mischief, while the second is driven by the eponymous Margarita and her persistently anonymous lover known only as 'the master' due to her admiration of his unpublished novel. This is all linked together by a backstory involving Pontius Pilate and Jesus, but don't go expecting a religious book, as it's really not. A brief skimming of Wikipedia reveals that, once again, I have missed a broad swathe of satire in the novel, but I would characterize it as being irreligious in the grander scheme of things.
It it a 'great novel', at least in its translation? It's genuinely hard to say. The fact that I finished it so quickly, and with enjoyment, would perhaps indicate that it isn't, as my tastes don't run in that direction. Is it a successful bawdy romp? Yes and no, as the second half is markedly less of a romp and winds down the story in a non-climactic manner. On the other hand, much of the demonic japes involve nakedness and counterfeit money, the former of which is almost the definition of bawdiness. There is no definite ending, merely a departure of the antagonists. Woland is not defeated, but merely leaves in search of fresh mischief. It's fitting but non-climactic, despite fitting into my theory of 'en media res' at beginning and end.
Is it satirical? I don't know. Is this a wonderful text in the translation by Michael Glenny? Yes. It's witty and enthralling, despite tailing off toward the end. Does it say something about the human condition? Not particularly. I can't work it out, and it will need to be reread. That need to be reread is a sign of quality.
Hmm, a blog post that ultimately says nothing. That's not unusual!
O.
Tuesday, 9 February 2016
A Brief Intermission
Trips always come in pairs, as is known the world over, so the Quirky Muffin will be on brief intermission until next Monday, although there is the possibility of cover posts if the stars align correctly.
It has been a heavy week of tutoring, with an assessment of a new student, and much second guessing. Notes were created to help patch up the gaps in the GCSE Mathematics course, and now a trip to Nottingham is upon this reluctant author. Oh, the perils of travelling! The long coach journey awaits, but at least it's not a journey by plane or train. Trains used to be a lot more fun, but now coaches are my favourite. How things change...
Nottingham, land of my doctorate, the home of torment and occasional pleasure trips to Sainsbury. Yes, it was a time when trips to the supermarket were the highlight of the week. In fact, making it all the way to ASDA is still the highlight of the week when I can manage it. What does that mean? All levity aside, it will be nice to see my friends and plot to teleport the university campus to the surface of the Moon. Incidentally the moon is incredible far away. Look it up, and be astounded.
Oh, such a quiet few days, apart from an extensive amount of language exchange. It's so nice to finally get Spanish practice, and give back some English. Actually, it's tilted more toward English at the moment, but things will tip back when Spanish courses kick into action. Where on Earth could I get a Spanish course, anyway?
Time to think.
O.
It has been a heavy week of tutoring, with an assessment of a new student, and much second guessing. Notes were created to help patch up the gaps in the GCSE Mathematics course, and now a trip to Nottingham is upon this reluctant author. Oh, the perils of travelling! The long coach journey awaits, but at least it's not a journey by plane or train. Trains used to be a lot more fun, but now coaches are my favourite. How things change...
Nottingham, land of my doctorate, the home of torment and occasional pleasure trips to Sainsbury. Yes, it was a time when trips to the supermarket were the highlight of the week. In fact, making it all the way to ASDA is still the highlight of the week when I can manage it. What does that mean? All levity aside, it will be nice to see my friends and plot to teleport the university campus to the surface of the Moon. Incidentally the moon is incredible far away. Look it up, and be astounded.
Oh, such a quiet few days, apart from an extensive amount of language exchange. It's so nice to finally get Spanish practice, and give back some English. Actually, it's tilted more toward English at the moment, but things will tip back when Spanish courses kick into action. Where on Earth could I get a Spanish course, anyway?
Time to think.
O.
Sunday, 7 February 2016
Story: The Glove, IX
( Part VIII , X )
(I could just doodle randomly here until I come up with something not-terrible. Perhaps it would be a description of Steffan's room at the inn, or motivation for the sundering of Ganymede's society into such a disjointed system. Maybe it could be an advancement of the reasoning why Steffan didn't take the job offered him? How exactly did the mountain behind the reception desk of the Rock of Augustus know why Steffan was coming, anyway?)
"Ah, it's a good thing that you arrived when you did, as I was about to shut for lunch, as Aggie is away today on college course. You wouldn't think she would need to know any more after two degrees, but it's a funny old world." The mountain was still talking, and Steffan hadn't managed to get many words into the spaces left over. "It will surely be nice to have such a linguist in the place, when she's done."
"I, uh, who's Aggie?" Enquired the young arrival rather dazedly of his impressive companion.
"Oh, my niece Agnethia. She's the brain of the family. Used to keep fish in the old casks we used for making cider. Fine girl, if a bit prone to jumping to conclusions."
There was a pause in the proceedings, as Steffan's host showed to him his room, stuffed a key into his hand, and went back downstairs for his luggage. It was a warm room, with some nice rugs and minimal decoration. The bed was bouncy enough, and by the time the innkeeper had returned, Steffan had recovered some of his wits. You may have noticed that the young piper is nonplussed rather easily. Such is the way of life.
When the man mountain returned, Steffan bounced up and thanked him politely, and then asked him his name.
"Well, that's a good question, lad. Not quite as good as 'What on Troos is going on?' but getting there, definitely." He stomped over to the most substantial looking wall and leaned back. "My name is Rook, and I run this place. For a while now it has been the Rook of Augustus, at least in my head."
"And you were expecting me because...?"
"Ah, well, a little birdie told me you might be coming along. Let's leave it at that for the moment, shall we?"
"Leave it at that?! By the moons of Troos, what is going on?" Steffan's curiosity was beginning to overflow.
"Well, it can at least wait until after dinner, don't you think?" Rook was definitely looking evasive, but the mention of a meal kicked Steffan's insides into overdrive.
"Dinner?"
"Aye, lad, I'll tell you a little bit of the status quo after eating. You did the right thing by not joining the Guild, that I'll tell you now. Let's get to the pasta and the meat!" With that, Rook the mountain led Steffan away to the banquet room, and we adjourn once again.
There shall be more...
(I could just doodle randomly here until I come up with something not-terrible. Perhaps it would be a description of Steffan's room at the inn, or motivation for the sundering of Ganymede's society into such a disjointed system. Maybe it could be an advancement of the reasoning why Steffan didn't take the job offered him? How exactly did the mountain behind the reception desk of the Rock of Augustus know why Steffan was coming, anyway?)
"Ah, it's a good thing that you arrived when you did, as I was about to shut for lunch, as Aggie is away today on college course. You wouldn't think she would need to know any more after two degrees, but it's a funny old world." The mountain was still talking, and Steffan hadn't managed to get many words into the spaces left over. "It will surely be nice to have such a linguist in the place, when she's done."
"I, uh, who's Aggie?" Enquired the young arrival rather dazedly of his impressive companion.
"Oh, my niece Agnethia. She's the brain of the family. Used to keep fish in the old casks we used for making cider. Fine girl, if a bit prone to jumping to conclusions."
There was a pause in the proceedings, as Steffan's host showed to him his room, stuffed a key into his hand, and went back downstairs for his luggage. It was a warm room, with some nice rugs and minimal decoration. The bed was bouncy enough, and by the time the innkeeper had returned, Steffan had recovered some of his wits. You may have noticed that the young piper is nonplussed rather easily. Such is the way of life.
When the man mountain returned, Steffan bounced up and thanked him politely, and then asked him his name.
"Well, that's a good question, lad. Not quite as good as 'What on Troos is going on?' but getting there, definitely." He stomped over to the most substantial looking wall and leaned back. "My name is Rook, and I run this place. For a while now it has been the Rook of Augustus, at least in my head."
"And you were expecting me because...?"
"Ah, well, a little birdie told me you might be coming along. Let's leave it at that for the moment, shall we?"
"Leave it at that?! By the moons of Troos, what is going on?" Steffan's curiosity was beginning to overflow.
"Well, it can at least wait until after dinner, don't you think?" Rook was definitely looking evasive, but the mention of a meal kicked Steffan's insides into overdrive.
"Dinner?"
"Aye, lad, I'll tell you a little bit of the status quo after eating. You did the right thing by not joining the Guild, that I'll tell you now. Let's get to the pasta and the meat!" With that, Rook the mountain led Steffan away to the banquet room, and we adjourn once again.
There shall be more...
Friday, 5 February 2016
Take Two
The previous attempt is scrunched up and shunted to the bottom of the page. It's time to go for the second take, where everything is more sincere, and the encroaching artifice is thrown away in favour of giant penguins and the march of insomnia across the land. Yes, welcome to the Quirky Muffin, where a rhythm has been difficult to find following that trip overseas.
In coming days, including the mild but hopefully invisible disruption that you won't notice, you can expect a multitude of things. Specifics are not available at this time, but continuations of 'The Glove', 'The Ninja Of Health' and 'Diary Of A Laundry Robot' could all pop up, as could some book related posts. The land of topical news is too gloomy to be mentioned, but hopefully some chatter will run about 'M*A*S*H', 'The Invaders' or 'Quantum Leap'. Actually, that last series is making a comeback in my estimation after years in the doghouse but we'll get to that in good time. I really want to get the stories back on track and hope to work on the active ones, before kicking off 'The Wheels In The Sky' and the continuing second phases of 'Wordspace' and 'Triangles'. Theoretically, the years-long story order of priority would look something like this:
'The Ninja Of Health';
'The Glove';
'Diary Of A Laundry Robot';
'Oneiromancy' (revised whole);
'The Disappearance' (revised whole);
'The Wheels In The Sky';
'Triangles, Phase II';
'Wordspace, Phase II'.
How's that for an ambitious scheme? The stories have been really difficult recently, and 'The Glove' has been difficult for years now! I wonder why? It may actually have to be junked, which is a scary concept. That's right, a first scrapped story project! We've had reboots, and excised chapters before, but never an entirely scrapped project... There needs to be something novel at the heart of it, and there really isn't at the moment. Maybe having a story where the novelty is that the space colony is Scottish isn't quite enough? We shall see.
O.
In coming days, including the mild but hopefully invisible disruption that you won't notice, you can expect a multitude of things. Specifics are not available at this time, but continuations of 'The Glove', 'The Ninja Of Health' and 'Diary Of A Laundry Robot' could all pop up, as could some book related posts. The land of topical news is too gloomy to be mentioned, but hopefully some chatter will run about 'M*A*S*H', 'The Invaders' or 'Quantum Leap'. Actually, that last series is making a comeback in my estimation after years in the doghouse but we'll get to that in good time. I really want to get the stories back on track and hope to work on the active ones, before kicking off 'The Wheels In The Sky' and the continuing second phases of 'Wordspace' and 'Triangles'. Theoretically, the years-long story order of priority would look something like this:
'The Ninja Of Health';
'The Glove';
'Diary Of A Laundry Robot';
'Oneiromancy' (revised whole);
'The Disappearance' (revised whole);
'The Wheels In The Sky';
'Triangles, Phase II';
'Wordspace, Phase II'.
How's that for an ambitious scheme? The stories have been really difficult recently, and 'The Glove' has been difficult for years now! I wonder why? It may actually have to be junked, which is a scary concept. That's right, a first scrapped story project! We've had reboots, and excised chapters before, but never an entirely scrapped project... There needs to be something novel at the heart of it, and there really isn't at the moment. Maybe having a story where the novelty is that the space colony is Scottish isn't quite enough? We shall see.
O.
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
Movie: 'Honey, I Shrunk The Kids' (1989)
Its virtue lies in its simplicity, sincerity and innocence. Its value is enhanced by Rick Moranis in his signature role, and an excellent surrounding cast. The story is rich in character and naturally steeped in spectacle. The film is 'Honey, I Shrunk The Kids' (HISTK), and there can no impartiality in this post.
HISTK is a funny and amazingly detailed adventure movie, yes they used to make adventure films back in the day, about zany inventor Wayne Szalinski working on a miniaturization beam in his attic, his worried wife, and the adventure of both their and their neighbouring couple's children, when they're accidentally shrunk down to bug size and dumped out with the trash at the other end of the back yard. Will the kids make it through the now jungle of a backyard, and will Wayne be able to restore them to normal? Well, that's not really the crux of the movie as it's really a coming of age story about the kids, two of them about to reach their majorities, and the other two of the younger variety.
One of the keys to HISTK lies in its homespun and detailed production design, where nothing but the miniaturization laser itself would look out of place in any standard suburban home, and everything looks naturalistic to the suburban setting. The enlarged garden and interior sets are marvelous and wonderfully detailed, to the point where you realise that floorboards and flagstones must really look like that at the smaller scales, and the hard work of constructing it all shines through brightly.
On paper, it's an effects-driven film, but in reality this is about three and a bit love stories, as two sets of parents reconcile, a star-crossed pair of adolescents discover each other, and their younger siblings gain and lose a quite unexpected friend while growing up a little in the process. Oh, and there's a flight on a manic bumblebee, for the effects lovers.
A long time ago, the nominal leading young lady of the piece, Amy of the jungle, was the receptacle for quite the teenage infatuation. Now, she's the standout performer of an amazingly talented youthful cast. Meanwhile, the adult stars are the ever notable Rick Moranis and Matt Frewer, backed up by Kristine Sutherland and Marcia Strassman (Nurse Margie Cutler from the first season of 'M*A*S*H'!), and all excel.
Before we finish, without any criticism as there's not really anything to criticize, special notes of recommendation go out to James Horner's fantastically jazzy score, the excellently maintained tone of the whole film, and its beauty in being only ninety minutes long. It completely works, and there's no attempt to pad it out at all. The humour is low key and detailed as often as it is broad and zany, and there remains nothing more to be said.
O.
Note: None of the post applies to the sequels, which were reputedly cash-ins of the first order. Watch those at your own risk.
HISTK is a funny and amazingly detailed adventure movie, yes they used to make adventure films back in the day, about zany inventor Wayne Szalinski working on a miniaturization beam in his attic, his worried wife, and the adventure of both their and their neighbouring couple's children, when they're accidentally shrunk down to bug size and dumped out with the trash at the other end of the back yard. Will the kids make it through the now jungle of a backyard, and will Wayne be able to restore them to normal? Well, that's not really the crux of the movie as it's really a coming of age story about the kids, two of them about to reach their majorities, and the other two of the younger variety.
One of the keys to HISTK lies in its homespun and detailed production design, where nothing but the miniaturization laser itself would look out of place in any standard suburban home, and everything looks naturalistic to the suburban setting. The enlarged garden and interior sets are marvelous and wonderfully detailed, to the point where you realise that floorboards and flagstones must really look like that at the smaller scales, and the hard work of constructing it all shines through brightly.
On paper, it's an effects-driven film, but in reality this is about three and a bit love stories, as two sets of parents reconcile, a star-crossed pair of adolescents discover each other, and their younger siblings gain and lose a quite unexpected friend while growing up a little in the process. Oh, and there's a flight on a manic bumblebee, for the effects lovers.
A long time ago, the nominal leading young lady of the piece, Amy of the jungle, was the receptacle for quite the teenage infatuation. Now, she's the standout performer of an amazingly talented youthful cast. Meanwhile, the adult stars are the ever notable Rick Moranis and Matt Frewer, backed up by Kristine Sutherland and Marcia Strassman (Nurse Margie Cutler from the first season of 'M*A*S*H'!), and all excel.
Before we finish, without any criticism as there's not really anything to criticize, special notes of recommendation go out to James Horner's fantastically jazzy score, the excellently maintained tone of the whole film, and its beauty in being only ninety minutes long. It completely works, and there's no attempt to pad it out at all. The humour is low key and detailed as often as it is broad and zany, and there remains nothing more to be said.
O.
Note: None of the post applies to the sequels, which were reputedly cash-ins of the first order. Watch those at your own risk.
Monday, 1 February 2016
The Literary Reflection, I
Building my book catalogue on LibraryThing, it's becoming clear that my collection is dominated by pulpy television spins-off, and length genre series, with a small number of one-off novels of undoubted excellence. There's a real absence of the heavyweight authors and worthy novels that some might find indispensable, but... It's good. It's amazing to see things afresh and really just how many 'Star Trek' novels are kicking about the place, or pick up an 'A-Team' novelization and find out it's actually well written! There was no need to avoid them for years due to fears of broken nostalgia! (That's what the 'Doctor Who: New Adventures' are for.)
While all these 'Star Trek' novels, volumes of 'Sherlock Holmes', Pratchett works, and the glorious David Eddings sagas may not be the most gloriously acclaimed texts in the history of literature, they did do a good job. I read voraciously, and then expanded. They set up everything that followed, and perhaps that's the thing to remember when compiling reading lists for students in English. The best thing is to make these introductory books interesting and exciting. So what if there aren't many contemporary books for boys? Let's feed them Willard Price, Jules Verne, and maybe even Zorro or Tarzan!
As part of the holiday cover, I wrote the inaugural 'On The Book Piles', which was a less in-depth survey of items on the reading mountains, and in a brief follow up, it's time to unleash some words on completed reads, which were maybe not interesting enough or noteworthy enough for their own posts.
'A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court' (1889) by Mark Twain: Ultimately, despite the high concept of the idea, this novels falls foul of the laboured satire of the times. It begins well, and it ends well, but the strain of being so critical weighs it down horribly. As with 'The Prince And The Pauper', 'A Connecticut Yankee' feels like it has far too little story for its length, but the ambition was bold, and it surely counts as one of the forerunners of modern science fiction, just like Jules Verne.
'Jamaica Inn' by Daphne Du Maurier (1936): Ultimately, after a promising beginning, this never quite gets above my ultimate criticism of novels, which is to be written like a bestseller. The meaning of that criticism is ambiguous, but I choose to wield it as a reflection on a lack of secondary layers or meanings. There is nothing else happening apart from the text, and it's frustrating. You can get away with that in juvenile fiction, bestsellers and tie-in novels where familiarity adds subtext, but not here. Having said all that, it's a well written thriller, accounting for its success, but not one that ever needs to be re-read. There is nothing more to be found in the text.
'Dead Man's Cove' by Lauren St John (2011): This almost manages to get a post of its own, and may still. The first novel of the 'Laura Marlin' mysteries is an impressive one, and finally provides a youthful detective for girls. Yes, there was Nancy Drew before, but I never read a 'Nancy Drew'. Well conceived, and well written, the reason why it gets mentioned here instead of in its own post is the number of references to 'Jamaica Inn', rendering it thematically tied to the rest of the post. For me, the mystery stories were provided by 'The Hardy Boys', 'The Famous Five' and 'The Secret Seven', and it's nice to see some additions being made to the genre. Where will Laura Marlin's series go? There are still three novels to go. I just hope it doesn't get horrid with adolescent nonsense! It's nice to see a narrative based in St Ives.
There will be more literary reflections...
O.
While all these 'Star Trek' novels, volumes of 'Sherlock Holmes', Pratchett works, and the glorious David Eddings sagas may not be the most gloriously acclaimed texts in the history of literature, they did do a good job. I read voraciously, and then expanded. They set up everything that followed, and perhaps that's the thing to remember when compiling reading lists for students in English. The best thing is to make these introductory books interesting and exciting. So what if there aren't many contemporary books for boys? Let's feed them Willard Price, Jules Verne, and maybe even Zorro or Tarzan!
As part of the holiday cover, I wrote the inaugural 'On The Book Piles', which was a less in-depth survey of items on the reading mountains, and in a brief follow up, it's time to unleash some words on completed reads, which were maybe not interesting enough or noteworthy enough for their own posts.
'A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court' (1889) by Mark Twain: Ultimately, despite the high concept of the idea, this novels falls foul of the laboured satire of the times. It begins well, and it ends well, but the strain of being so critical weighs it down horribly. As with 'The Prince And The Pauper', 'A Connecticut Yankee' feels like it has far too little story for its length, but the ambition was bold, and it surely counts as one of the forerunners of modern science fiction, just like Jules Verne.
'Jamaica Inn' by Daphne Du Maurier (1936): Ultimately, after a promising beginning, this never quite gets above my ultimate criticism of novels, which is to be written like a bestseller. The meaning of that criticism is ambiguous, but I choose to wield it as a reflection on a lack of secondary layers or meanings. There is nothing else happening apart from the text, and it's frustrating. You can get away with that in juvenile fiction, bestsellers and tie-in novels where familiarity adds subtext, but not here. Having said all that, it's a well written thriller, accounting for its success, but not one that ever needs to be re-read. There is nothing more to be found in the text.
'Dead Man's Cove' by Lauren St John (2011): This almost manages to get a post of its own, and may still. The first novel of the 'Laura Marlin' mysteries is an impressive one, and finally provides a youthful detective for girls. Yes, there was Nancy Drew before, but I never read a 'Nancy Drew'. Well conceived, and well written, the reason why it gets mentioned here instead of in its own post is the number of references to 'Jamaica Inn', rendering it thematically tied to the rest of the post. For me, the mystery stories were provided by 'The Hardy Boys', 'The Famous Five' and 'The Secret Seven', and it's nice to see some additions being made to the genre. Where will Laura Marlin's series go? There are still three novels to go. I just hope it doesn't get horrid with adolescent nonsense! It's nice to see a narrative based in St Ives.
There will be more literary reflections...
O.
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