Category: Literature & performing arts

writing, film, TV, radio, theatre

Poet’s corner

There was a young lady named Wemyss,
Who, it semyss, was troubled with dremyss.
She would wake in the night,
And, in terrible fright,
Shake the bemyss of the house with her scremyss.

A pretty school-mistress named Beauchamp,
Said, “These awful boys, how shall I teauchamp?
For they will not behave,
Although I look grave
And with tears in my eyes I beseauchamp.”

There was a professor of Caius
Who measured six feet round the knaius;
He went down to Harwich
Nineteen in a carwich,
And found it a terrible squaius.

There lived a young lady named Geoghegan,
The name is apparently Peoghegan,
She’ll be changing it solquhoun
For that of Colquhoun,
But the date is at present a veoghegan.… More here ...

Strong females in fiction [2]

It started with Vox on the putting in of strong females into fiction, especially Sci-fi.  There were some clips last evening on the topic.

As one who has done just that in my books, albeit perhaps more realistically than the kick-butt SJWs and snowflakes we see about – no Jolies for me – this was going to be interesting.

It’s always interesting, and amusing, to listen to science fiction writers debate the topic of “strong female characters”, particularly in the modern context of Princess Kung-Fu.

[Memo: she should have been banned for her assaults on men’s senses or told to wear sackcloth.]

This reveals the fundamental problem with science fiction writers: they don’t get into fights. Oh, they are more inclined than most to get into word spats and verbal scrums, and even to engage in the proverbial handbags at dawn, but virtually none of them, of either sex, have ever punched anyone in the face, or been punched in the face.

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Capsize at Lord Howe

Ploughing away at the books and not doing half badly either, over halfway through and as I get to particular chapters, things in that chapter suggest blogposts – hence all the man-woman posts of late.

Now I’m up to the sailing part, where the fugitive bunch of desperadoes  – three French, one English – take off from a south seas island they’ve been holed up on and try to make for Europe on a 15 metre dugout with outriggers and two large lugsails made of rushes [yes I know, I know, just bear with it].  They don’t actually make it to Europe for reasons which become apparent some chapters on.… More here ...

Death on the Nile

This spot on Saturday is not specifically nostalgia, the idea being to revisit significant films or shows in the past … and criticize them. One of the blockbusters was Death on the Nile:

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