The Deputy Headmistress at The Common Room has been troubled by something on another blog that wonders how those who support conservative politics can also happily mingle with poetry (and, to extend the thought, with intelligence).
At the risk of boring with yet another quote from Northrop Frye, I'd like to offer this, from the very same page of The Bush Garden where I found the quote about weasel words.
"[Poet Irving Layton] speaks of 'the holy trinity Of sex revolution and poetry', and each of these is conceived as an explosion of creative energy against the inhibitions of prudery, exploitation, and philistinism respectively; a trinity more or less incarnate in Freud, Marx, and Whitman." (Letters in Canada, 1953)
(Again on Layton, 1954)
"....the ironic eye does not have free play; it is oppressed by a conscience-driven and resentful mind which sees modern society as a rock pile and the poet as under sentence of hard labour."
It might help to remember what was going on with a lot of poetry during the '50's when Frye wrote these reviews of Layton: there were a lot of Angry Young People doing the coffeehouse thing, Ginsberg and Kerouac and all that. But I think the basic thought hasn't changed so much in 50 years: some people still think that to be into the third part of the "trinity," you have to be into the first two as well. I think that's why some of the people in Mama Squirrel's creative writing classes were so weird, or really wanted everyone to know they were weird, or just pretended they were weird, because it kind of went with the turf. Anger poetry was good, exploding against things was good (even if it wasn't good poetry, it was Saying Something, right?). So do poets, or those who read poetry, have to have a rock pile to pound at? Was Whitman as revolutionary as Freud and Marx? Is that why Mama Squirrel doesn't like Whitman much?
And can Christians still manage to have an intelligent discussion about something like this without being called pseudo-intellectuals? Francis Schaeffer thought so, and so did C.S. Lewis.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
On daughters growing up too quickly
Of Irving Layton's 1955 collection The Cold Green Element, Northrop Frye wrote that "in it there are at least a half-dozen poems (including, besides those mentioned, the lilting "for Naomi" at the beginning) which have a rhythmical swing ,an urbane humour and a technical finish guaranteed to make the reader's toes curl up in solid contentment."
Curious about "for Naomi," Mama Squirrel tracked it down online. Here it is, for the enjoyment and toe-curling contentment of those who, like the Squirrel family, see their daughters quickly becoming those "Than whom the grasses though tall / Are not taller."
Curious about "for Naomi," Mama Squirrel tracked it down online. Here it is, for the enjoyment and toe-curling contentment of those who, like the Squirrel family, see their daughters quickly becoming those "Than whom the grasses though tall / Are not taller."
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
More on Weasel Words
What are weasel words, anyway? I thought that was just a phrase coined by Northrop Frye, but apparently it has a whole history behind it. Also here, for Australians.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Young Poets and Weasel Words
Two nice quotes from Northrop Frye:
As long as [a young poet] is writing primarily for himself, his thought will be rooted in private associations, images which are linked to ideas through his own hidden and unique memory. This is not his fault: he can write only what takes shape in his mind. It is his job to keep on writing and not get stuck at that point....Then he is likely to pass through a social, allegorical, or metaphysical phase, an awkward and painful phase for all concerned. Finally, a mysterious but unmistakable ring of authority begins to come into his writing, and simultaneously the texture simplifies, meaning and imagery become transparent, and the poetry becomes a pleasure instead of a duty to read.....Every once in awhile, we run across a poet who reminds us that when the lyrical impulse reaches maturity of expression, it is likely to be, as most lyrical poetry has always been, lilting in rhythm, pastoral in imagery, and uncomplicated in thought. –Northrop Frye, "Letters in Canada," 1953 (reviews collected in The Bush Garden)
He realizes that the enemy of poetry is not social evil but slipshod language, the weasel words that betray the free mind: he realizes that to create requires an objective serenity beyond all intruding moral worries about atomic bombs and race prejudice.–Northrop Frye, same, 1952 (speaking of Canadian poet Louis Dudek)
As long as [a young poet] is writing primarily for himself, his thought will be rooted in private associations, images which are linked to ideas through his own hidden and unique memory. This is not his fault: he can write only what takes shape in his mind. It is his job to keep on writing and not get stuck at that point....Then he is likely to pass through a social, allegorical, or metaphysical phase, an awkward and painful phase for all concerned. Finally, a mysterious but unmistakable ring of authority begins to come into his writing, and simultaneously the texture simplifies, meaning and imagery become transparent, and the poetry becomes a pleasure instead of a duty to read.....Every once in awhile, we run across a poet who reminds us that when the lyrical impulse reaches maturity of expression, it is likely to be, as most lyrical poetry has always been, lilting in rhythm, pastoral in imagery, and uncomplicated in thought. –Northrop Frye, "Letters in Canada," 1953 (reviews collected in The Bush Garden)
He realizes that the enemy of poetry is not social evil but slipshod language, the weasel words that betray the free mind: he realizes that to create requires an objective serenity beyond all intruding moral worries about atomic bombs and race prejudice.–Northrop Frye, same, 1952 (speaking of Canadian poet Louis Dudek)
Saturday, April 16, 2005
500 Copies of Pilgrim's Progress
My kids were teasing me yesterday after we came home from a book sale with yet another copy of Pilgrim's Progress. I think that makes about 5 different editions we have now, including my favourite with Edward Ardizzone illustrations. The one I found yesterday was published by Sears, probably in the 1920s, and is in amazingly solid condition except for a little chipping at the bottom of the spine.
But the kids have nothing to complain about; here's an essay by somebody who has 500 copies, or did nine years ago anyway. [Updated link]
We also found four volumes of Charlotte Mason (we dug around to see if the other two were in a box but didn't see them); Hawthorne's Twice-Told Tales; a book of James Whitcomb Riley's poems (Ponytails wanted that one); a James Herriot picture book; Claire Turlay Newberry's book Smudge; and a nicely-abridged copy of Don Quixote for the Apprentice's school next year. All in all it was a successful trip.
But the kids have nothing to complain about; here's an essay by somebody who has 500 copies, or did nine years ago anyway. [Updated link]
We also found four volumes of Charlotte Mason (we dug around to see if the other two were in a box but didn't see them); Hawthorne's Twice-Told Tales; a book of James Whitcomb Riley's poems (Ponytails wanted that one); a James Herriot picture book; Claire Turlay Newberry's book Smudge; and a nicely-abridged copy of Don Quixote for the Apprentice's school next year. All in all it was a successful trip.
Friday, April 15, 2005
In the Eyes of Crayons
Do you know what a caparison is? It's one of those coverings that looks like a tablecloth, that knights used to put over their horses. The thing that covers up a lot of the horse.
Anyway, Crayons was looking at a picture of a knight on a caparisoned horse. Her comment: "What's that robot doing, riding on the horse dressed up like a pony?"
Anyway, Crayons was looking at a picture of a knight on a caparisoned horse. Her comment: "What's that robot doing, riding on the horse dressed up like a pony?"
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Three Pooh Stories in One, by Crayons
Crayons' "Eeyore Loses a Tail" Story (with original additions)
Once upon a time Eeyore losded a tail. And then Pooh Bear finded it. It was at Owl's house. He made it into a bell rope. Well, then Pooh Bear gave Owl a new bell rope. Pooh Bear took a string and then attached a bell to it. And then you should ring it and knock at the knocker. The End!
Once upon a time Tigger didn't have anything to bounce with. So he played with his kangaroo jumpers. You jump over rocks with them and you jump like this.
Remember when Pooh Bear wanted to give his honey to Eeyore? And he ate it all? Take it out and put it back in, take it out and put it back in [what Eeyore did at his birthday]. That's the end!
Once upon a time Eeyore losded a tail. And then Pooh Bear finded it. It was at Owl's house. He made it into a bell rope. Well, then Pooh Bear gave Owl a new bell rope. Pooh Bear took a string and then attached a bell to it. And then you should ring it and knock at the knocker. The End!
Once upon a time Tigger didn't have anything to bounce with. So he played with his kangaroo jumpers. You jump over rocks with them and you jump like this.
Remember when Pooh Bear wanted to give his honey to Eeyore? And he ate it all? Take it out and put it back in, take it out and put it back in [what Eeyore did at his birthday]. That's the end!
Monday, April 11, 2005
Books That Get Used
One of the Beehive5 clan asked what we thought the three best books in the English language are. I like her choices, but just to be different I'll vote for Pilgrim's Progress, Mrs. Tittlemouse, and I can't decide on a third.
But it did make me think about a similar question. What books get cracked open the most in your house, over and over, whether you homesquirrel or not? Yesterday I was working on some Plutarch homework (an ongoing Mamasquirrel project) and as I grabbed my big hardcover dictionary for about the 20th time, I mentally thanked my own mama and dad squirrel who bought it for me during squirrely-versity days many years ago. For some people maybe a dictionary just sits on the shelf, but mine gets used a lot.
I also wouldn't want to do without our Philips World History Encyclopedia (saves a lot of Internet search time!) and our collection of yard-sale atlases...and an all-in-one-volume of Shakespeare (we never have to worry about which play is coming up next term at Ambleside)...and a hymn book. And, mamasquirrel is a little embarrassed to admit it, but one of those movie/video guides that tells you whether what's on tonight is a winner or a turkey.
They may not be the best-written books in English, but they do get used.
But it did make me think about a similar question. What books get cracked open the most in your house, over and over, whether you homesquirrel or not? Yesterday I was working on some Plutarch homework (an ongoing Mamasquirrel project) and as I grabbed my big hardcover dictionary for about the 20th time, I mentally thanked my own mama and dad squirrel who bought it for me during squirrely-versity days many years ago. For some people maybe a dictionary just sits on the shelf, but mine gets used a lot.
I also wouldn't want to do without our Philips World History Encyclopedia (saves a lot of Internet search time!) and our collection of yard-sale atlases...and an all-in-one-volume of Shakespeare (we never have to worry about which play is coming up next term at Ambleside)...and a hymn book. And, mamasquirrel is a little embarrassed to admit it, but one of those movie/video guides that tells you whether what's on tonight is a winner or a turkey.
They may not be the best-written books in English, but they do get used.
A Manwich is a Meal
Mr. Fixit is delighted to announce that his charcoal barbecue is now clear of snow and the Squirrel family has been eating barbecued food for the last two nights out of three. It would have been three out of three, but the chicken he bought for Sunday smelled like hardboiled eggs when he unwrapped it, so we were happily forced to get some Chinese food instead.
His latest discovery (courtesy of his favourite barbecue cookbook, A Man A Can and a Grill (I'm not making that up, you can order it at http://www.grilllovers.com/shopSearchResults.aspx?type=dept&dept=2&cls=8 )) is Manwich Sauce, something I hadn't thought about for years but still remember the commercials for: A sandwich is a sandwich, but a Manwich is a meal. Anyway, we found some at the squirrel supermarket and figured out that it makes a pretty good sauce for hamburgers as well as in the Sloppy Joes that I think it's meant for. We prefer our burgers non-sloppy, so the Manwich sauce goes on just like ketchup. Mmm. Mr. Fixit says it's his latest favourite food, after Wong Wing's General Tao Chicken.
Apologies to our vegetarian friends! (We do barbecue polenta too.)
His latest discovery (courtesy of his favourite barbecue cookbook, A Man A Can and a Grill (I'm not making that up, you can order it at http://www.grilllovers.com/shopSearchResults.aspx?type=dept&dept=2&cls=8 )) is Manwich Sauce, something I hadn't thought about for years but still remember the commercials for: A sandwich is a sandwich, but a Manwich is a meal. Anyway, we found some at the squirrel supermarket and figured out that it makes a pretty good sauce for hamburgers as well as in the Sloppy Joes that I think it's meant for. We prefer our burgers non-sloppy, so the Manwich sauce goes on just like ketchup. Mmm. Mr. Fixit says it's his latest favourite food, after Wong Wing's General Tao Chicken.
Apologies to our vegetarian friends! (We do barbecue polenta too.)
Thursday, April 07, 2005
We have links!
Mama Squirrel is very proud of herself because she has finally managed to add some links and get them in the right place too.
A comment from Crayons:
The very first thing Crayons said this morning was, "Can you read that story again about play-a-joke on Kanga?" This was before I had even managed to get breakfast on the table.
Winnie the Pooh is just That Sort of Book around here.
A comment from Crayons:
The very first thing Crayons said this morning was, "Can you read that story again about play-a-joke on Kanga?" This was before I had even managed to get breakfast on the table.
Winnie the Pooh is just That Sort of Book around here.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Happy April Fool's
Hi, I'm Ponytails. Today's April Fool's. I love to eat serpent eggs! April Fool's!
Mr. Fixit played a trick on me. He put freckles all over my face with black marker while I was sleeping.
("And he gave me a moustache! Look at me!"--Crayons)
And The Apprentice got a beard.
Mama Squirrel is wearing a Christmas shirt. Mama Squirrel put out chips, icing cookies, and dessert for breakfast (for a joke).
Mr. Fixit played a trick on me. He put freckles all over my face with black marker while I was sleeping.
("And he gave me a moustache! Look at me!"--Crayons)
And The Apprentice got a beard.
Mama Squirrel is wearing a Christmas shirt. Mama Squirrel put out chips, icing cookies, and dessert for breakfast (for a joke).
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Nobody's home
This AP story appeared today in our local paper. The headline used was "Intimacy lost in families’ non-stop busyness."
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/03/22/national/main682369.shtml
Please go read it. It’s a story about families that are so on-the-go that they don’t eat dinner until after 10 p.m.; where homework is usually done in the back of the van on the way to hockey practice; and where it’s very unlikely that more than a couple of family members are even in the same room at the same time.
This is something Mama Squirrel feels very strongly about. Some of the squirrel family’s favourite evenings after supper are when everyone’s squished onto the queen-size bed, reading or cuddling or just fooling around together. (Although at those times she wishes it were a king-size bed.) There was something to be said for those old farmhouses with one warm room, though they had their drawbacks too.
Recently we’ve had some firsthand experience of the "on the run" lifestyle. The young squirrels have joined a choir that practices on Wednesday afternoons, and then they and Mama Squirrel take a twenty-minute walk (timed without any snow and no stops at the bookstore) to meet Mr. Fixit at his office for a ride home. By now it’s 5:00, so dinner is either something from the crockpot or (occasionally) pizza ordered before we leave the office. Wednesday night is also either the big squirrels’ night to go to a church group (while The Apprentice babysits), or The Apprentice’s turn to be driven to church for her youth group (20 minutes each way and she has to be there right after supper).
After a couple of weeks of this, Mama Squirrel began to have a great deal of sympathy for people who do this almost every night. Once a week is enough, thank you.
But the part about this newspaper story that really caught her attention is that the parents say "this is good for them [the children]." Now Mama Squirrel is not naive about the way newspaper reporters sometimes twist what people say (it has happened to her). But she wonders how this family came to that conclusion. Do these kids really want to be cramming their homework in the back seat? Do they like having no real dinner until after 10 p.m.? Do the kids ever get a chance to play in their backyard, or play a non-moving board game, or do some of the not-so-structured cultural activities that the Headmistress recently posted about? When do they play with their friends? Do they ever get to blow bubbles on the back porch? Although the parents described here say that their children are having a better childhood than they themselves had, one would have to wonder.
Mama Squirrel recommends the books What is a Family, by Edith Schaeffer, and For the Family’s Sake, by Susan Schaeffer MacAulay, for anyone who, like her, worries about what our togetherness is becoming.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/03/22/national/main682369.shtml
Please go read it. It’s a story about families that are so on-the-go that they don’t eat dinner until after 10 p.m.; where homework is usually done in the back of the van on the way to hockey practice; and where it’s very unlikely that more than a couple of family members are even in the same room at the same time.
This is something Mama Squirrel feels very strongly about. Some of the squirrel family’s favourite evenings after supper are when everyone’s squished onto the queen-size bed, reading or cuddling or just fooling around together. (Although at those times she wishes it were a king-size bed.) There was something to be said for those old farmhouses with one warm room, though they had their drawbacks too.
Recently we’ve had some firsthand experience of the "on the run" lifestyle. The young squirrels have joined a choir that practices on Wednesday afternoons, and then they and Mama Squirrel take a twenty-minute walk (timed without any snow and no stops at the bookstore) to meet Mr. Fixit at his office for a ride home. By now it’s 5:00, so dinner is either something from the crockpot or (occasionally) pizza ordered before we leave the office. Wednesday night is also either the big squirrels’ night to go to a church group (while The Apprentice babysits), or The Apprentice’s turn to be driven to church for her youth group (20 minutes each way and she has to be there right after supper).
After a couple of weeks of this, Mama Squirrel began to have a great deal of sympathy for people who do this almost every night. Once a week is enough, thank you.
But the part about this newspaper story that really caught her attention is that the parents say "this is good for them [the children]." Now Mama Squirrel is not naive about the way newspaper reporters sometimes twist what people say (it has happened to her). But she wonders how this family came to that conclusion. Do these kids really want to be cramming their homework in the back seat? Do they like having no real dinner until after 10 p.m.? Do the kids ever get a chance to play in their backyard, or play a non-moving board game, or do some of the not-so-structured cultural activities that the Headmistress recently posted about? When do they play with their friends? Do they ever get to blow bubbles on the back porch? Although the parents described here say that their children are having a better childhood than they themselves had, one would have to wonder.
Mama Squirrel recommends the books What is a Family, by Edith Schaeffer, and For the Family’s Sake, by Susan Schaeffer MacAulay, for anyone who, like her, worries about what our togetherness is becoming.
Too many homonyms, Mom
I told Crayons a couple of nights ago, "Now you get in to bed." (Pronounced like that.)
She looked puzzled and said, "But there's only one."
She looked puzzled and said, "But there's only one."
Monday, March 28, 2005
Pounding the Keys
Bad Mama Squirrel...the blog stays blank for days at a time, but she means well, she really does. After watching the movie Finding Forrester, she was tempted for about ten seconds to dig out a typewriter (there's one buried at the bottom of the nest) in hopes that it would inspire her lack of writing productivity, but she quickly reconsidered in favour of high technology and the ability to cut and paste and make many copies of things.
Actually all the squirrels have been busy writing, so much so that we have to take turns on the computer. Mama Squirrel is pulling thoughts together for a Charlotte Mason workshop this weekend. The Apprentice is trying to finish her first ever "realio trulio" (lol Headmistress) research paper on Castles. Ponytails has been making menus (she goes around at meals and asks everyone what they would like). Crayons has been typing words on her favourite software program, which is called, strangely enough, Crayons. In fact, we have so much printer ink to use up that we've called a spring break from school this week.
Actually all the squirrels have been busy writing, so much so that we have to take turns on the computer. Mama Squirrel is pulling thoughts together for a Charlotte Mason workshop this weekend. The Apprentice is trying to finish her first ever "realio trulio" (lol Headmistress) research paper on Castles. Ponytails has been making menus (she goes around at meals and asks everyone what they would like). Crayons has been typing words on her favourite software program, which is called, strangely enough, Crayons. In fact, we have so much printer ink to use up that we've called a spring break from school this week.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Resurfacing
After over a week of having everybody sick, the squirrel family is trying to get back to normal and get ready for Easter. Mr. Fixit is back at work. There are Garfield playing cards, toy dishes, hairbands, sunglasses, stencils and pencils all over the floor of the basement room where the squirrelings spend their mornings. (It had been abnormally tidy for the last few days.) Mama Squirrel is actually cooking something besides frozen pizza for supper.
The Apprentice has finished God's Smuggler and The Sword in the Stone (two of her term books) in the last two days and she and Mama Squirrel completed their Plutarch for the term this morning. And the sun is shining, so the heaps of snow around the nest are starting to dwindle a bit. Spring is on its way.
The Apprentice has finished God's Smuggler and The Sword in the Stone (two of her term books) in the last two days and she and Mama Squirrel completed their Plutarch for the term this morning. And the sun is shining, so the heaps of snow around the nest are starting to dwindle a bit. Spring is on its way.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Bleah
Mama Squirrel has been sucked into the vortex of viruses as well. Well, we always said we like to do things together.
We had our own Palm Sunday devotions together anyway. We read from Dangerous Journey about Christian and Faithful going into Vanity Fair, and talked about how that was a little like Jesus entering Jerusalem. And we sang "My Song is Love Unknown." Well, warbled it. That was about all we were up for.
We had our own Palm Sunday devotions together anyway. We read from Dangerous Journey about Christian and Faithful going into Vanity Fair, and talked about how that was a little like Jesus entering Jerusalem. And we sang "My Song is Love Unknown." Well, warbled it. That was about all we were up for.
Friday, March 18, 2005
And another one's down
Ponytails is sick now too. Because she's hardly ever sick, she never seems to know what to do with being sick. She reacts in about the same way as she does when she loses at cards. For that reason in particular, all the squirrels hope she will recover very quickly.
Mama Squirrel is still hanging in there. Maybe caffeine provides immunity? However, even healthy squirrels have been known to go down with this in a couple of hours, so if the blog gets no actions for awhile, it will be because she's decided to go curl up with her tail around her. (She might anyway, she was up quite a bit last night with the young squirrels.)
Mama Squirrel is still hanging in there. Maybe caffeine provides immunity? However, even healthy squirrels have been known to go down with this in a couple of hours, so if the blog gets no actions for awhile, it will be because she's decided to go curl up with her tail around her. (She might anyway, she was up quite a bit last night with the young squirrels.)
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Dress Warm
A funny I forgot to include from Crayons (before everyone got sick): "You have to wear a coat and hat when you go out in the snow, or you'll get amnesia."
Catching Up
It's sometimes easier to add comments to other peoples' blogs than it is to think of new ones for the Treehouse. However, this week even that doesn't seem to be working so well (my comments either get posted three times or not at all), so I'll post something of my own up here on the wall of the nest.
Almost all the squirrels are lying around the nest in various combinations of pajamas and clothes, getting over a virus. So far only Ponytails and Mama Squirrel have escaped it, and Ponytails is a little warm and cross today as well. In the middle of the night Mama Squirrel got up to take care of Crayons, and found Mr. Fixit and The Apprentice watching Dr. Who in the living room, since neither of them could sleep or breathe very well. So it's been that kind of a week.
However, yesterday while Mr. Fixit/Dad Squirrel was feeling somewhat better in the afternoon, he played Kerplunk with the young ones while Mama Squirrel walked downtown to spend a much-appreciated birthday gift certificate at the bookstore. (She also made a stop for some Vitamin C and a box of Breathe Easy Tea, which Mr. Fixit says works very well.) After browsing for awhile, Mama Squirrel decided to use the certificate on three books:
Sailing the Wine-Dark Sea: Why the Greeks Matter, by Thomas Cahill. I know Zookeeper/Headmistress likes his book How the Irish Saved Civilization, but I'm not sure quite what I'm getting into with this one. Amazon reviewers seemed to be kind of mixed on whether or not he hit the right important things. But I'm looking forward to reading it anyway.
The Bush Garden: Essays on the Canadian Imagination, by Northrop Frye. Head Girl, if this is really good I'll let you know--I know you like Frye.
Shakespeare for All Time, by Stanley Wells. Kind of a combination biography and book about productions of his plays. A big fat hardcover, the kind that's so nice to get when it's a birthday gift!
So the nest is well stocked with reading matter for the next while. And what did Mama Squirrel stay up till midnight reading? None of these. "The Queen of Air and Darkness," book Two of The Once and Future King, which she also picked up at the bookstore for The Apprentice. Some of it reminded her of a Flintstones episode about a lovesick monster, but she doesn't want to spoil the whole thing for The Apprentice by giving away too much.
Almost all the squirrels are lying around the nest in various combinations of pajamas and clothes, getting over a virus. So far only Ponytails and Mama Squirrel have escaped it, and Ponytails is a little warm and cross today as well. In the middle of the night Mama Squirrel got up to take care of Crayons, and found Mr. Fixit and The Apprentice watching Dr. Who in the living room, since neither of them could sleep or breathe very well. So it's been that kind of a week.
However, yesterday while Mr. Fixit/Dad Squirrel was feeling somewhat better in the afternoon, he played Kerplunk with the young ones while Mama Squirrel walked downtown to spend a much-appreciated birthday gift certificate at the bookstore. (She also made a stop for some Vitamin C and a box of Breathe Easy Tea, which Mr. Fixit says works very well.) After browsing for awhile, Mama Squirrel decided to use the certificate on three books:
Sailing the Wine-Dark Sea: Why the Greeks Matter, by Thomas Cahill. I know Zookeeper/Headmistress likes his book How the Irish Saved Civilization, but I'm not sure quite what I'm getting into with this one. Amazon reviewers seemed to be kind of mixed on whether or not he hit the right important things. But I'm looking forward to reading it anyway.
The Bush Garden: Essays on the Canadian Imagination, by Northrop Frye. Head Girl, if this is really good I'll let you know--I know you like Frye.
Shakespeare for All Time, by Stanley Wells. Kind of a combination biography and book about productions of his plays. A big fat hardcover, the kind that's so nice to get when it's a birthday gift!
So the nest is well stocked with reading matter for the next while. And what did Mama Squirrel stay up till midnight reading? None of these. "The Queen of Air and Darkness," book Two of The Once and Future King, which she also picked up at the bookstore for The Apprentice. Some of it reminded her of a Flintstones episode about a lovesick monster, but she doesn't want to spoil the whole thing for The Apprentice by giving away too much.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
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