Soon: I’m not there yet. Over the break, I finished the last two books lingering on the stack from 2023: two rereads, Margaret Atwood’s The Edible Woman and Eugene Zamyatin’s We. With fewer than 50 pages in each, they belong to 2023, and alongside, I looked back to what
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.
