One final bit of MARMing remains for us, MARMers. And I bet many of you are wishing that it actually IS the end of November, as so many of you have more items on your to-do lists right now than you have books on your shelves. I’m wishing it
With this story from Old Babes in the Wood, I read “Our Cat Goes to Heaven”, from Brick Magazine 2004 (“Puss ‘n Heaven” in Issue 73’s table of contents). Each has funny moments but, of course, the stories revolve around the loss of a companion, so they are preoccupied
Straight away, there’s this matter of the quetzal. I know I’ve been puzzled by it before and something about the familiarity that settles like dust when I learn it’s a bird makes me think I’ve learned this before. The quetzal doesn’t stick. I think it’s a old poetic form,
What are the odds of getting sick during MARM? One month’s worth in a twelve-month. Fortunately, I was well for treats on the 18th to mark Margaret Atwood’s birthday (evidence below) and now I will simply resume, standing contrary to the calendar, declaring it week four for all MARMers.
The premise of this second story in Margaret Atwood’s new collection Old Babes in the Wood is that Nell is telling a story about two friends, John and François. “They’re dead now. A thing that happens increasingly: people die. This radiator incident took place in the early 1990s, when
