mjj (flemmings) wrote,

"Your kneecap," my doctor says, poking it as I wince. "It's just floating there." It is. I attempt to hold it in place with elastic bandages, but you know how elastic bandages are- they contract and turn into string in no time. So instead of a kind net cradling the problematic body part, I have ropes biting into my swollen everythings. But as I'm fishing out my long underwear from the catch-all drawer under the bed (longjohns are rarely needed and so are always misplaced, but these last two winters have been *cold*) I unearth a long strip of lace that was my mother's, if not my grandmother's. It's a good 2.5 inches wide, and sturdy, and none of us ever found a use for it, so I wrap it around my knee and it holds beautifully. How elegant!

Currently wading through The Voice That Thunders, Alan Garner's speeches and essays. Garner here is as obscure, and obscurely annoying, as I've always found him-- annoying because obscure, and annoying because ungiving (no allowances for anyone), and increasingly, annoying because he's a hidebound curmudgeon and evidently always was, even when he was fifteen years younger than I am now. (I fancy Garner wants to be as 'unmoved Cheshireman' as his grandfather the stonecutter, and has succeeded.) It's very nice that you took nine years to write the book you wanted to write in spite of importunate publishers and public begging you to hurry up or at least maybe dash off a sequel to The Moon of Gomrath; but I really have to wonder what your family lived on during those years, especially when you were traipsing about Australia. (And where did you get the money to renovate that old hall you bought years before your first book was published?) Also, the television you believe is making your children nicer people is also the instrument that will put (or has put?) the language you love in its coffin. Can't have both, sorry.

Bref, there's a soupcon of Lost Japan to the man's pronouncements. Not helped by the fact that Garner's mind does not work the way mine does: it's an angular spiky thing that follows a logic I wot not of. I'm amazed anyone could get anything from his lectures at all, because I have to read each sentence twice, and then each paragraph twice, and I still don't see how his argument follows, or even what he's trying to do. Which, alas, has been my experience of reading any Garner but the first two books.
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