From a bumper sticker I saw today:
Almost, but not quite, painting pictures with words.
Cloudstreet is this month's book club choice. I couldn't find it at Loussac in Anchorage, but they had an Australian tv series that someone said was good. I watched the six episode DVD, and as interesting as the visual experience was, there was a lot missing. Aside from some more character development, I wanted to enjoy Winton's prose. I'd read a previous Tim Winton novel - Dirt Music - which I enjoyed thoroughly. So, when I found it in the library here on Bainbridge Island, I asked my daughter to check it out for me. Here's why I like the writing. Rather than just say, "no one in the hospital room moved for a long time" he writes
"The woman and the daughter do not speak. The crippled man does not stir. The breeze comes in the window and stops the scene from turning into a painting."Did you see the curtain move? Or feel the breeze? Or see the painting of the three in the hospital room?
When It Helps To Have Slow Witted Authorities
In the Foreword to an English version of Between Man and Man, philosopher Martin Buber wrote:
". . .The book appeared in Germany in 1936 - astonishingly, since it attacks the life-basis of totalitarianism. The fact that it could be published with impunity is certainly to be explained from its not having been understood by the appropriate authorities."
I did complain about the vapidity of baby clothes last year and even found an Ai Weiwei t-shirt for Z online. But when I changed her diapers this afternoon, I looked a little more carefully at the pattern. This is definitely not vapid, but skulls and crossbones? OK, why not?