I was listening last night to the first of a series of lectures from the Great Courses catalog, this one on History of the Ancient World (on sale). And one of the first points the lecturer makes is one with which I have long been fascinated and which it is all to easy for most of us to forget. Read more about The Way We Were
on your point of view.
Wise words, I suppose. So let me do a little thinking about Point of View. Or, P.O.V., as we writers say.
Every story that's told is from someone's point of view. Even works of non-fiction are told from the point of view of the writer, who sifts through mounds and mounds of information and selects those pieces that fit, in some crucial way, into the telling of the tale. Everyone from Herodotus to Gibbon to Caro, from Dante to Melville to George R.R. Martin, has a tale to tell. And every one of them has a point of view.
Let's review: Read more about It All Depends
Once again, pressed for time and short on topic, I offer a list of 5 non-fiction books I hope to read sometime during the coming year.
And now for the dentist. Read more about What's On Your List?
Wide World Books and Maps
1911 N. 45th Street
Seattle, WA 98103
when I visited there over 10 years ago. It seems to have moved around the corner. Wonder if it's changed much. Read more about Where in the World?
I recently finished reading through , and it wasn't exactly a romp, let me tell you. I bought it while visiting the homes of American literary figures in New England a few years back. Frost at one of Robert Frost's houses. Dickinson, in Amherst. Longfellow in Cambridge. And Emerson - at his home in Concord. And once having bought, I had to read. Read more about Emerson - A Man Before the Verge
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By leaning over the garden wall, I could scratch with my finger the poultry-house roof. The Upper Garden overlooked the Lower Garden - a warm, confined enclosure reserved for the cultivation of augergines and pimentos - where the smell of tomato leaves mingled in July with that of the apricots ripening on the walls. In the Upper Garden were two twin firs, a walnut-tree whose intolerant shade killed any flowers beneath it, some rose-bushes, a neglected lawn and a dilapidated arbour.
It's always been a conundrum to me that the same people who talk about "power to the people," tend to refer to people who follow a different leader as "sheeple." Has to be the word I love most to hate. I don't interact with enough conservative points of view to know if they use it on a regular basis, but I do hear it all too often from my leftie co-conspirators, and whenever possible I call them on it. Like "Hitler," it's one of those words that tells me I will find little beyond this point to interest me. Read more about Power to the Sheeple