There is so much to enjoy here. "Parp" and "parp"--twinned of course--were among my daughter's earliest words, owing to bedtime story choices that I made, given my tendency then to genuflect at the Blyton oeuvre based on my own childhood reading habits. Yes, some of the Blyton content had to be carefully skirted in those later years. But it was and is still so magical. And then the shocking, but still endearing, pomposity of the legal types you describe in your piece--something with which I am oh-so-familiar.
Now. Bill. If you don't bring this diary out as a book, I will appropriate it and do so myself under my own name. All of the content, including the well-placed em-dashes, stays. Only Rogan goes. (Really, Bill. How did that slip in? There's an entire, back-to-day-one archive of Desert Island Discs available online to listen to while stirring your risotto for God's sake.)
Back to the shamelessly to-be-appropriated book. Fifty percent of the sale proceeds to you, fifty to fund a Mavis Gallant Literary Award. Parp-parp! PWB
Enid Blyton. Yes. No one can ever fully step outside their historical moment, and when I was a kid I just thought the Noddy characters were toys. Must have been my five-year-old whiteness. I do recall the villains in the Adventure books, as in Nancy Drew (so much more interesting than the Hardy Boys and their strange obsession with cars -- give me a haunted well or staircase any day) were always "swarthy" signalling Italian or eastern European, which at the time carried such stigma.
I don't listen to Rogan either, but I must say, on balance he strikes me an old-fashioned normie liberal, even if he doesn't dot his 'i's and cross his 't's, and commendations, sir, for having the bravery to say to so. The demonization is bizarre, especially given that he's a Bernie supporter on class issues. I do wish the left hadn't abandoned its class concerns for the poor and working class. Ah well. I'd love to have heard him interview MG, too.
that should have been crab puff by the way, though i kind of like the a puff, sort of like the a train, only fluffier
There is so much to enjoy here. "Parp" and "parp"--twinned of course--were among my daughter's earliest words, owing to bedtime story choices that I made, given my tendency then to genuflect at the Blyton oeuvre based on my own childhood reading habits. Yes, some of the Blyton content had to be carefully skirted in those later years. But it was and is still so magical. And then the shocking, but still endearing, pomposity of the legal types you describe in your piece--something with which I am oh-so-familiar.
Now. Bill. If you don't bring this diary out as a book, I will appropriate it and do so myself under my own name. All of the content, including the well-placed em-dashes, stays. Only Rogan goes. (Really, Bill. How did that slip in? There's an entire, back-to-day-one archive of Desert Island Discs available online to listen to while stirring your risotto for God's sake.)
Back to the shamelessly to-be-appropriated book. Fifty percent of the sale proceeds to you, fifty to fund a Mavis Gallant Literary Award. Parp-parp! PWB
Enid Blyton. Yes. No one can ever fully step outside their historical moment, and when I was a kid I just thought the Noddy characters were toys. Must have been my five-year-old whiteness. I do recall the villains in the Adventure books, as in Nancy Drew (so much more interesting than the Hardy Boys and their strange obsession with cars -- give me a haunted well or staircase any day) were always "swarthy" signalling Italian or eastern European, which at the time carried such stigma.
I don't listen to Rogan either, but I must say, on balance he strikes me an old-fashioned normie liberal, even if he doesn't dot his 'i's and cross his 't's, and commendations, sir, for having the bravery to say to so. The demonization is bizarre, especially given that he's a Bernie supporter on class issues. I do wish the left hadn't abandoned its class concerns for the poor and working class. Ah well. I'd love to have heard him interview MG, too.