Ted Chiang is always worth reading or listening to. Here's a new interview.
Friday, April 2, 2021
Friday, October 9, 2020
A friend recently pointed out the following poem in Christopher Morley's volume The Middle Kingdom: Poems 1929-1944 (1944). Dunsany is rarely the subject of a poem, and here is one that plays on his names (his surname is pronounced dun-SAY'-nee, and does indeed rhyme with "zany"):
“A Night at an Inn”
(Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron Dunsany - Who’s Who)
To BEDWARD, says EDWARD.
I’m on, cries JOHN.
It helps to shorten the night, quoth MORETON.
Just a glass of port, to relax, says DRAX.
And now we’ve drunk it, mumbles PLUNKETT,
Come on, old zany.
And so all five, with yawns and snorts,
Having partaken their Cinque Ports,
Are merged in bed as LORD DUNSANY.
Saturday, January 25, 2020
Thursday, January 9, 2020
It was, supposedly, after the first of his dinners with Wilde at the Florence, in the summer of 1890, that Machen resolved to try his hand at “modern” fiction (not long before, under the combined influence of Rabelais, Balzac and Marguerite de Navarre, he had produced his “Welsh Heptameron”, the faux-medieval Chronicle of Clemendy). This was the beginning of his decade mirabilis; before the century came to a close he had written, if not published, nearly all of the pioneering supernatural fiction for which he is remembered today. These stories are imbued with a potent sense of the places documented in Occult Territories, above all Machen’s native Caerleon and the “grey labyrinth” of London. Many of them are shaped by a second influence as well, namely Machen’s immersion in a wide range of esoteric literature in the 1880s, when he was hired by the bookseller George Redway to compile a substantial annotated catalogue (The Literature of Occultism and Archaeology).
Sunday, December 29, 2019
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
Here's a quote from Matthew Kneale on his father:
I remember him mostly as somebody who taught me an enormous amount about writing, and we used to watch television programs all the time, and he'd dissect them ruthlessly, and say "that makes no sense!" He was very, very proud of his ability to understand the structure of a piece, and he was very good at the structure. And I learned a huge amount. I learned that you can't get away with thing if they don't make perfect sense, if you haven't thought them through. That's a lesson I've never forgotten.
Friday, September 27, 2019
Anyway, a tip of the hat to Hephzibah Anderson (no relation).