Monthly Archives: February 2016

Remember your local librarian

So. I suspect I was like many people in that I first heard of Umberto Eco because of The Name of the Rose, his palimpsestic mediaeval whodunit. I read and enjoyed that, and later Foucault’s Pendulum. Finally, last year, I read his brilliant little study guide How to Write a Thesis. Now, it is many years since I […]

Welcome to the Vault

Over the years I’ve written an awful lot of words. The words themselves have been fine: the problems have usually occurred with the selection and arrangement of the words. I’ve end up with fragments of stories, novels and plays; poems I almost like and some I hate less than others. I keep coming across some […]

On abstaining

Far to the north of the Arctic Circle, too far perhaps to fit into the world, is a mountain, several miles high and many leagues in circumference. At the foot of the mountain lives a colony of crows. Once in every tenth generation, a crow flies to the summit of the mountain and sharpens its beak […]

The Well at Narnia’s End

So. One of the questions supposedly asked of writers is ‘where do you get your ideas from?’ (Although I have to say, in my case no one asks. Either because it’s so obvious, or because they don’t want to catch the same disease which ravaged my imagination.) For popular writers it becomes something of a little […]

Of the unicorn

So. I have found myself thinking about unicorns. As with most thinking, it is useful to start with what we know. There are mediaeval reports of unicorn sightings, but there are no sightings today. We also know that unicorns could only be tamed by a female virgin. That is all we know. The fact they […]