What with visitors and more visitors and usual summer holiday business there is not much reading or writing going on here. I am still deep in 'A Place of Greater Safety' when I can get to it (now at page 794 of 871...) and it is still brilliant. I'm now at the bit where everyone is pretty much killing everyone and it's all grim to the point of open-mouthed horror...and yet the writing still has a bewitching light touch now and then that keeps the reader fascinated/baffled/on alert– it's quite a work of art.
Both that and Hugh McMillan's recent poem (here, oh and here) remind me about writing about history (which I did here – one of the first poems I posted on't blog). I am one of those lost folk who 'dropped' history at 14 years of age (we had to choose that or German and languages were my main interest as a yoof so it was no contest) and I wonder how different it is for pupils of the no-doubt inspirational Prof Shug. What they will go on to do/learn/write/think? Will they think about history some time before their fortieth birthdays? And did I say 'inspirational'? Didn't I write something the other week about not using words like that? Really, a person could tie themselves in knots with this writing and thinking business...
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