Tuesday, January 20, 2009
the african man's oeuvre
I dreamt that I spied some 1960s African novels that I had left in the rain, and I went into a schtick about 'you know how you've always got a pile of African novels you leave out in the rain somewhere...?' these were detective novels by a writer whose first name was Malcolm, they were a uniform series with colour covers that simulated, to my mind, stained glass. I started to read one, having noticed them consciously for the first time, and they became my new favourite thing.
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way to drops!
I do believe I have bored you stupid (are you stupid yet?) with details on my attempts to at very least get my foot in the door with the Fin...
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As a child, naturally enough, I watched a lot of television and it being the early 1970s when I was a child, I watched a lot of what is no... -
This is all getting very Daniel Clowes. It is very irritating that the black boxes (as per above) are basically illegible. I think the one h...
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an analyst might interpret that as:
you are searching for something exotic,
attractive and
ordered,
in which to take pleasure.
the link is to a round-up of crime characters on film, as I could only think of Botswana's Precious Ramotswe when I fed African Crime Novel into my brain (and of course they are not 'crime' really)
It's hot enough tonight for some James Ellroy reading I think.
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