@DobicoDan I once counted the steps up from the port at Whitby on the Yorkshire coast - the same steps Dracula bounds up when he comes ashore in England, and jumps into an open grave in the cemetery at the top. In Stoker’s novel there are 199 steps - and it’s true! 199.
@secondzeit I remember coming home from work to see old cars lining Grange St, Opawa, and Melanie Lynskey or her stunt double cycling along whilst a truck moving slowly alongside drenched her with hoses. In the film, it really did look like rain
@secondzeit It made me think of those Yeats lines, ‘The best lack all conviction, / while the worst are full of passionate intensity.’ Not that Biden is the best, but he fared badly because he faltered and wavered, whereas Trump was stupid and incoherent but also confident and quick.
@secondzeit I liked the film but I thought Chris Hemsworth’s performance was off - the comedic touches were jarring and had a Captain Jack Sparrow vibe
‘Foxglove Country’ by @ZaffarKunial is literally a perfect poem. I gasped at the close.
Sounds, syntax, language, form, references, the little Englands of grief. This poem has truly unmoored me and I don’t know when I will recover.
Amis's fiction is flashy, ostentatious in its style, and with a vein of cruelty that is absent from his nonfiction. His memoir, Experience, is much more humane, less cocky, questioning, even humble. It'll last, I think, whereas the fiction already seems of its time and place.
Crikey, Martin Amis has died. Last week I was analysing first sentences of novels - Melville, Austen, Plath - with creative writing students. And Amis: "Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing."