Wile E. Coyote is my hero. Even though he’s, you know, evil and stuff.
One of my favourite moments from the old Road Runner cartoons was when Wile E. Coyote rigged up a whole heap of rocks between two cliffs with a little trapdoor underneath. Far below, of course, was a road, along which the Road Runner was certain to run at any moment. Attached to the trapdoor; a long rope, allowing Wile E., safely ensconced behind a distant rock, to open the trapdoor, release the rocks and flatten the Road Runner for good.
Continue reading “1903 – the ambassadors ~ henry james”
I started Book to the Future to fill in some of the considerable gaps in my reading.
But this week is different – because I’m reviewing a book I’ve already read.
Yes, I know there are many other books I could have easily read this week. Henry James published The Wings of the Dove in 1902. Andre Gide’s The Immoralist also came out this year. They’re both books that I wouldn’t mind reading. But, for some reason, I felt compelled to revisit a book I’ve already read.
Continue reading “1902 – heart of darkness ~ joseph conrad”
No – I’m not back from the past yet!
I’m still firmly ensconced in 1902, reading…whatever book has taken my fancy.
(Unless I’ve, you know, totally screwed up the space-time continuum or something, or I’ve inadvertently stranded myself in the past…in which case, this post is going to just sit here for all eternity. How ironic, given the subject!)
Continue reading “bibliophage”
Last week, I ventured back to 1900 and read a book about a very determined little girl who wants nothing more than to find her way back home.
This week, in 1901, I read a book about an equally determined young woman who hates everything about her home with an unrivaled passion, and longs to escape. The story – and more importantly, the young woman in it, has permanently left a mark on me.
Continue reading “1901 – my brilliant career ~ miles franklin”