« LATBR THUMBNAIL® - MARCH 13, 2005 | Main | NO, NO, NO THEY SELL THE BANANAS AT THE OFF-RAMPS »

March 15, 2005

Comments

Victoria

Just want you to know that despite the continued sneering asides about "Right-Wingers", this centrist-leaning-right not only reads and enjoys your on-topic posts, but has even blogrolled you.

And I think you'll find the right-of-centre doesn't have a monopoly on "tedious". I think even the Grauniad would concur.

Cheers,
Victoria

TEV

Appreciate your sticking to me despite my occasional tendency toward tedium, although if you're a regular reader of this site, it can't surprise you that pronouncements like "Almost all our contemporary social problems and many of our economic ones can be attributed to the decline of marriage" should find no favor here.

D Worsley

You got some fans on the centre-left too, kiddo. For what it's worth, Canadian right wingers are getting ornery lately, too. Losing will do that.

Victoria

Good heavens, man! I appreciate the commentary reply, but you have reading to do, mush, mush.

But if we're on the topic of blogs, I have to say -- I am a relative newbie (having read my first blog during the hectic pre-November days), starting mine only this January. It is quite apolitical, as am I and most of my friends. Thus I haven't been reading your blog for _that_ long.

I read it despite not liking your injection of certain commentaries because (1) one can't control another person's viewpoints, nor should try to (2) it would be dull if the whole world thought like me (3) I feel better that way, since I can hardly be accused of blogrolling only those who agree with me world-view.

Although it is true that, in real life, I suffer from having my professors inject their simpering asides on their political views during lectures -- and since I'm a medical student, the anti-Dubyisms look even more out of place than usual when discussing ear lavages. Ah well. Such is life.

Happy reading. I'm still on "Extreme Measures", the life of Francis Galton, a man who would make your progressive skin crawl, even though he was one...for his day.

Cheers,
Victoria

genevieve

Aren't we forgetting it is up to McEwan whose breasts he uses? Ah, the imagination.

The comments to this entry are closed.

TEV DEFINED


  • The Elegant Variation is "Fowler’s (1926, 1965) term for the inept writer’s overstrained efforts at freshness or vividness of expression. Prose guilty of elegant variation calls attention to itself and doesn’t permit its ideas to seem naturally clear. It typically seeks fancy new words for familiar things, and it scrambles for synonyms in order to avoid at all costs repeating a word, even though repetition might be the natural, normal thing to do: The audience had a certain bovine placidity, instead of The audience was as placid as cows. Elegant variation is often the rock, and a stereotype, a cliché, or a tired metaphor the hard place between which inexperienced or foolish writers come to grief. The familiar middle ground in treating these homely topics is almost always the safest. In untrained or unrestrained hands, a thesaurus can be dangerous."

SECOND LOOK

  • The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald

    Bs

    Penelope Fitzgerald's second novel is the tale of Florence Green, a widow who seeks, in the late 1950s, to bring a bookstore to an isolated British town, encountering all manner of obstacles, including incompetent builders, vindictive gentry, small minded bankers, an irritable poltergeist, but, above all, a town that might not, in fact, want a bookshop. Fitzgerald's prose is spare but evocative – there's no wasted effort and her work reminds one of Hemingway's dictum that every word should fight for its right to be on the page. Florence is an engaging creation, stubbornly committed to her plan even as uncertainty regarding the wisdom of the enterprise gnaws at her. But The Bookshop concerns itself, finally, with the astonishing vindictiveness of which provincials are capable, and, as so much English fiction must, it grapples with the inevitabilities of class. It's a dense marvel at 123 pages, a book you won't want to – or be able to – rush through.
  • The Rider by Tim Krabbe

    Rider_4

    Tim Krabbé's superb 1978 memoir-cum-novel is the single best book we've read about cycling, a book that will come closer to bringing you inside a grueling road race than anything else out there. A kilometer-by-kilometer look at just what is required to endure some of the most grueling terrain in the world, Krabbé explains the tactics, the choices and – above all – the grinding, endless, excruciating pain that every cyclist faces and makes it heart-pounding rather than expository or tedious. No writer has better captured both the agony and the determination to ride through the agony. He's an elegant stylist (ably served by Sam Garrett's fine translation) and The Rider manages to be that rarest hybrid – an authentic, accurate book about cycling that's a pleasure to read. "Non-racers," he writes. "The emptiness of those lives shocks me."