Enid Blyton, a split lip, and the Reformation
When I was five years old and waiting at the bus stop after school, a bigger boy called Simon (names have not been changed to protect the innocent as he was proper guilty)… Continue reading
As we wanted to mark his birthday with some ‘Self’-esteem, I’ve been reading Will Self’s ‘Walking To Hollywood’. The similarity to W.G. Sebald (whose work Self has written about), struck me immediately. As… Continue reading
If someone wrote a series of books with the above title, they’d be risking legal action, if J. K. Rowling did herself, you’d be wondering if she was short of cash and had… Continue reading
I chanced upon ‘Emil and the Detectives’ on one of our family’s regular Thursday evening, post-swim visits to the local library. Its cheery, illustrated yellow cover managed to over-ride any anxiety I had… Continue reading
When my son was about five years old, he was obsessed with Enid Blyton’s ‘Famous Five’ books. After reading him twenty, one after the other, I was seriously losing the will to live.… Continue reading