Monthly Archives: June 2012

Saturday: In the Beginning McEwan Created the Heavens and the Earth (p. 53-57)

This one’s gonna be short, ‘cos it’s a short section. A fifth of the way in, and the big protest today was only mentioned…once. One could be forgiven for not remembering there’s a protest on at all. It takes four … Continue reading

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I dug up this Lenin’s Tomb quote from 2006 that presents a different angle to this Saddam-as-child thing. Violence belongs, so much is apparent, to the White Man. Violence in ‘our’ hands is rational, instrumental, necessary, noble, compassionate even. In … Continue reading

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Saturday: Wish I Was Old and a Little Sentimental (p. 37-53)

Three guesses where the title came from, and the first two don’t count. Perowne heads upstairs. On his way to the main stairs, he pauses by the double front doors. They give straight on to the pavement, on to the … Continue reading

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The most typical small town in America.

I found myself waiting for the bus at the Wal-Mart again. I hate going to Wal-Mart. I hate having to ride the bus to get to Wal-Mart. And I especially hate waiting for the bus home at the Wal-Mart, having … Continue reading

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Saturday: I Got the Rich White Boy Blues (p. 25-37)

Twenty-five pages in and the sun hasn’t risen yet. Just FYI. Anyway. It is here we are introduced to Henry’s son, up-and-coming blues musician Theo Perowne, described thusly: …eighteen years old, his formal education already long behind him, reclining on … Continue reading

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