pfgpowell
Book reviews
(Move to ...)
Nobody Hurt In Small Earthquake – Michael Green
Towards The End Of The Morning – Michael Frayn
A Crooked Sixpence – Murray Sayle
Monday Mourning – Kathy Reichs
The Group – Mary McCarthy
Fear And Loathing In Fitzrovia – Paul Willetts
The Daughter Of Time – Josephine Tey
The Man Who Wasn’t There: A Life Of Ernest Hemingway – Richard Bradford
The Maltese Falcon — Dashiell Hammett
Hemingway: The Postwar Years And The Posthumous Novels – Rose Marie Burwell
To Have And Have Not - Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway: a biography — Mary Dearborn
The True Gen - Denis Brian
For Whom The Bell Tolls - Ernest Hemingway
Running With Bulls — Valerie Hemingway
The Sea — John Banville
Mrs Hemingway — Naomi Wood
Saturday — Ian McEwan
Berlin Game — Len Deighton
Decline And Fall — Evelyn Waugh
The Colour — Rose Tremain
▼
Film reviews
(Move to ...)
Once Upon A Time In The West
Mulholland Drive
The Gentlemen
A Time To Kill
The Irishman
The Revenant
▼
Random images
(Move to ...)
Random images
▼
Thursday 26 March 2020
We have nothing to fear except fear itself (and, of course, running out of loo roll, sugar, milk, shampoo, those tasty little choc things, coffee beans, the Radio Times, a back-up iPhone, porn mags and I really don’t know what else, but not having those scares me shitless!)
›
I’ve got out of the habit a little of posting here and I don’t know why. It’s not as though I don’t think of things to write about, but what...
Friday 13 March 2020
Coronavirus latest and other irrelevant shite: headlines you might have missed while you were out stockpiling lavatory paper, rice, hand-sanitiser, pasta, sugar and pornography
›
Thursday 5 March 2020
. . . the fact is, nothing much changes, and an older generation will always sooner or later get the two-fingered salute (just as they gave it to their mums and dads)
›
If for whatever reason — it could be frustration, simple boredom or just malice — you want to end a discussion in its tracks, the ruse to us...
1 comment:
Tuesday 18 February 2020
Roll up, roll up and thrill to the spectacle of Hemingway academics — possibly (be careful, dear boy) — disappearing up their own arses. Moral of the tale: a little exegesis goes a very long way indeed
›
Well, that’s silly: I decided that my main blog was too public for me to record more private things, so I started this one. But I made the m...
Sunday 16 February 2020
A little treat (to keep the pot boiling and to cover my arse)
›
I’ve been busy with a lot of reading to get this Hemingway bollocks finished — I don’t want to start anything else until I do or it will fa...
Saturday 8 February 2020
To be blunt, I'm a bit put out. I don't do this for fun, you know, or rarely. OK, sometimes, but just sometimes . . . OK, quite often, but don’t take me for granted. Roll up, roll up and get your friends to do the same
›
Frankly, I’m disappointed. OK, it might well be my fault for not being more interesting and topical — what’s ‘topical’ about posting black...
Thursday 23 January 2020
Some pictures of East Frisia/Ostfriesland
›
Thought I might show some piccies I took two days ago. I’ve been dicking around with them to make them look old, but as I say they were actu...
Tuesday 14 January 2020
Do we actually need writers? And here’s the question: did Wimsatt and Beardsley, and Roland Barthes (who has to be French with a name like that) work as hard was Ernest Miller Hemingway? I bet they did. And I bet they didn’t bullshit quite as much, either
›
A few years ago, the following occurred to me (and I shall stick to the art of writing rather than any other art to try to avoid muddying th...
‹
›
Home
View web version