by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on August 5, 2010
There are times, unavoidably, that I pick up a book that is terrible. You’ve read about a couple of those books here (do I need to remind you of the staggering mess wrought by the burning flames of failure that is John Irving’s latest?).
Then there are the books that are just so utterly awful [...]
by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on April 22, 2010
Opening line:
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”
by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on April 16, 2010
Mice, moles, rats and voles. Sometimes rabbits. For being so low on the food chain (and at times, oh so pesky) rodents have their fair stake in the literary canon. Across decades, children have been captivated by the tales of tiny, tailed creatures – as have adults.
Perhaps we love to see such timorous creatures act [...]
by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on April 1, 2010
Sounding smart (without being smart)
If you were to time travel back and visit yourself, would you take that as an opportunity for sexual exploration?
Note: This is designed to titillate exceptionally boring dinner conversation. Use with discretion.
by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on March 26, 2010
Oh, Mr. Irving. How clever you must feel. The delightful, blissful, pee-your-pants-a-little-bit joy you must feel each an every morning when you wake up and realize that, while your book is a literary disaster and the public is outraged that such a travesty would flow from the tip of your pen (MacBook Pro?), you can sit pretty because, apparently, that’s the whole point.