My mother had suggested a few times that I read it and so, of course, I didn’t. This was a triumph of stubbornness over experience. My mother has a few intellectual quirks (Mets fan?) but has never, ever steered me wrong in a book recommendation.*
There were thirty million English who talked of England’s might,
There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night.
They had neither food nor money, the had neither service nor trade;
They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade.
Anyone not already bored with my writing is invited to take a look at my new blog (or maybe it’s a new department of this blog?) The Ministry of Culture.
The Ministry of Culture is about looking for God in all the facets of culture — rock & roll, Shakespeare, science fiction, roller derby, opera, comedy and whatever else crosses my path. All opinions will be honest and irony free. However ,as in everything else in life, not all will be explained or made explicit.
FWIW, the logo above is by Neil Curtis and was scanned without permission from his magnificently strange and sublime children’s (?) book Bear Dinkum. It is a sublime meditation on art, God, Australia and the use of hand-to-hand violence in modern ballet. Sadly I have been unable to locate a copy of the sequel — not making this up — Bear Dinkum Drops His Guts.