The Life Imagined

Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes. The Henry David gem had been buzzing at my mind all day, and all day I had been tenaciously smiling it down. I had smiled it down when I cut out one of the skirt pieces upside down, and when I had to trot back to the...

Winged Prayers

Overcome with this image of prayer from George MacDonald’s brilliant and bewildering 1895 romance, Lilith: Some people are always at their prayers.—Look! look! There goes one!” He pointed right up into the air. A snow-white pigeon was mounting, with quick...

The Bard's Birthday

We’ve always called him Uncle Will. And we always make much ado about his birthday. We toasted his memory–and his gift to us all–with gallons of hot tea and a Queen’s Cake laced with rosewater. In recitations and tokens and songs. But it was...

Something Tookish

There was a fabulous question posed over at The Rabbit Room this morning that all good Tolkies will hail with a joyful recognition: Are you a Took or a Baggins? It reminded  me of this piece I wrote for YLCF a couple of years ago after my first wild and lovely sojourn...

Wisdom from a beloved author

I didn’t realize how desperately I was waiting to hear someone say this until I read it in print: Why quarrel with a writer over realism and idealism?  After all an author is a glass through which a picture of life is projected.  The picture falls upon the pages...

A great writer on reading

One of the books on my current reading list (I’ve usually got at least three going at any given time, sometimes more!) is E.M. Forster’s classic on writing, Aspects of the Novel. Here’s a passage I simply had to share: Pseudo-scholarship is, on its...