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Pierre Lemaitre is a winner of The Prix Concourt Award. I’ve no idea what that is, but I’m suitably impressed and he’s also an international bestseller. The Silence and the Rage is part of a trilogy that follows The Pelletier family. I’ve not read the other two books but have read (and reviewed) one of his other novels ((2018) Three Days and a Life). Like Em...


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Initial reminder of the online course about mediaeval magic practices came from Oxford University yesterday, sadly just by email, not by Owl Post*.  Email contained links to the short course handbook, reading list, and such.  How to cite and how not to. (Am already practicing, although have not yet studied the Harvard ‘Cite Them Right’ method as their grammar is irritating. ...


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In Drew Gummerson’s reimagining of Kafka’s Metamorphosis one day Gregor wakes to find his parents have been turned into bugs. What to do? These are difficult days for adult children who have failed to fly the nest. No job. No security. No future. Follow Gregor as he learns to fend for himself, and learns to cope with cockroaches for parents. 

 


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My apologies to anyone who has been wondering what happened to me.  I'm pleased to say that it's not due to anything sinister or, for that matter, exciting!

Back in February, my aunt, who lived in Spain, unexpectedly passed away.  As her primary contact, I had to deal with the funeral arrangements and her property (which included eight cats!) I don't know if y...


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Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent

 

I was at the party where Sherwood Anderson swallowed the thing that killed him, and I did not see it happen, and neither did he.

It was late February of 1941, on a ship at a New York pier, one of those bon-voyage affairs that were still permitted then, where the ...


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