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Blog: drawboy's cigar box (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Blog: The Children's Book Review (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Esther Ehrlich’s debut novel, Nest, is an arresting story of an eleven-year-old girl named Chirp Orenstein, whose life becomes acutely sharp and complicated as her mother’s illness overtakes the family
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The Adventures continue…and you can read more here: The Tales of Mr. and Mrs. Wren Filed under: Nature's design Tagged: birds, eggs, feeding, hatchlings, insects, nest, nesting, wrens
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I had given myself the once-annual cleaning weekend off. It had been my birthday, a birthday weekend—justification, I thought, for leaving a broken umbrella and defunct soccer ball by the front door, my husband's mud prints across the porch, an influx of dust against the hallway shoe. Just let it be, I'd told myself, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. You'll get to it. It was Monday by now. Late afternoon. I'd spent the day doing errands and while I knew that it was time to clean—it really was, I swear it was—I'd decided to settle down with a book instead when I heard a knocking at the front door.
A knocking.
That could only mean one thing: Someone who didn't know that I, on most occasions, keep the house obsessively clean, had come to visit.
Not only that—she (for it was Patty, a dear soul) was bringing me a gift.
It goes with the theme, she said, handing me a bag. Do you want to come in? I asked, mortified by the dust bunnies behind me. No, she said, demurely. She was on her way to or from some place, something. She was, in other words, pretending that she hadn't seen the week's accumulation of dust, though she was standing (albeit delicately) upon the mud prints. Beside the broken umbrella. Down a spit from the retired soccer ball.
It took me until just now to get over my mortification and open the bag. Will you look at this? It's the cover of Dangerous Neighbors. I mean—the real thing: twigs and eggs. I've never seen anything like it. A perfect gift for a less than perfect hostess. And so very deeply appreciated.
And so, Patty, is your note with your typewriter-emulating handwriting.
What does a woman say? Only this: I've cleaned the house since you were here. Thrown away the umbrella. Wiped the dirt from the front door. Welcomed the nest into a nice, clean space.
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After our punishingly hot summer, the weather over the past two weeks has taken a sharp turn toward very pleasant. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, we trekked over to Garland and hiked Spring Creek Forest Preserve this past weekend.
The trail mostly followed along a high-banked creek with many short off-shoots where one could reach the edge of the bank and catch a glimpse of the water. In only a couple places could we actually climb down to the water. The white rocky banks reminded me of the beautiful hill country we recently left behind in Austin. We're hopeful that the nice weather will continue for a while...
Onto the subject of reference from life and nature's little treasures once again... The management at our apartment complex recently decided to repaint everything, including the covered parking. The thorough cleaning required before painting also meant the removal of all of the bird's nests that had been built in the tight spaces between the support columns and the roof. And there were A LOT of them. I found this one on the ground and couldn't resist bringing it home with me:
I have yet to decide if I will actually keep it or just study it for a while before throwing it away. You can't see it in the photo, but under closer scrutiny you can see small bits of man-made objects wound throughout the nest - a length of red string and a fair amount of what looks to be a fine plastic net, possibly for fishing? I think there's a story here...
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The latest Strange Horizons has a marvelous essay by Abigail Nussbaum on Anna Kavan's novels Ice and Guilty:
Ice's plot doesn't so much progress as spiral inwards, tightening in on the moment in which the encroaching ice leaves only the narrator and the woman alone in the world. Even this point of convergence, however, isn't the novel's purpose -- indeed, the story ends ambivalently, holding out the possibility of yet more iterations of the narrator's story to come. Ice is an exercise in sustaining an emotional tone -- an oppressive, terrifying, senseless one. It succeeds at this task admirably, making for a reading experience that is not so much pleasant as irresistible, and an emotional impact that proves very difficult to shake off.(For another view of Ice, see L. Timmel Duchamp's essay from Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet.)
Also in this issue of Strange Horizons is my latest column. This one is about Guy Davenport's story "Belinda's World Tour" (available in A Table of Green Fields and The Death of Picasso). The column is a sort of companion piece to my previous one, continuing to look at the representation of historical figures in fiction.
it exactly is!
Whoa! That's so cool! And why do I feel like your dirty home is probably still cleaner than my 'clean' apartment? Happy Birthday!
How beautiful--and you should see our house. It is probably never better than before you clean. :)