Literature
Drawing for the Day and Amy Tan: For George
The Opposite of Fate by Amy Tan p. 54-55 I remembered that Pete had once suggested that I apply my linguistics knowledge toward working with disabled children. He had said this a month or so before he died. He himself had intended to make computerised equipment for people with disabilities. At the time, his suggestion [...]
Drawing for the Day…and Pullman
The drawing found its way on to the page whilst listening to Philip Pullman read fairytales from his retelling of the Grimm tales. He wore shoes with red shoelaces. “Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.” “As Jane Austen might have put it: It is a truth universally acknowledged that young [...]
Drawing for the Day and All That I Am
All That I Am by Anna Funder p.176 While Dora and I drafted I walked the room, or the garden if the day was bright, and she sat over her writing pad, flipping the pages around their coil of wire. People often have to be alone to think or to write, but being with Dora [...]
Drawing for the Day and All That I Am
All That I Am by Anna Funder p.257 A traffic policeman stood on a podium in the road, arms moving from the elbows like a puppet. A scarlet bus careened into the kerb, disgorging its passengers, all of them with somewhere to go. They filed past a street-sweeper in a soft cap with a long-handled [...]
Drawing for the Day and All That I Am
All That I Am by Anna Funder p.7 And he had seen inside my mind; he is preparing to tell me the shape and weight and creeping betrayals of it. Last week they loaded me into the MRI machine, horizontal in one of those verdammten gowns that do not close at the back: designed to [...]
Drawing for the Day and Jonah Lehrer
“Every creative journey begins with a problem. It starts with a feeling of frustration, the dull ache of not being able to find the answer. We have worked hard, but we’ve hit the wall. We have no idea what to do next. When we tell one another stories about creativity, we tend to leave out [...]
Drawing for the Day and The God of Small Things
The man standing in the shade of the rubber trees with coins of sunshine dancing on his body, holding her daughter in his arms, glanced up and caught Ammu’s gaze. Centuries telescoped into one evanescent moment. History was wrong-footed, caught off guard. Sloughed off like an old snakeskin. Its marks, its scars, its wounds from [...]
