2 Quotes of the Day (2nd Saturday of August 2015)

Kate McKinnon in August 2015 Marie Claire:

“I like to play characters who are trying really hard to be normal. I’m hoping something Dickensian will pop up soon — Victorian London hasn’t figured into my repertoire yet. Other than that, the greatest challenge would just be acting normal.”

Howard Jacobson’s The Act of Love, p. 247:

The novel’s protagonist turns 21. To celebrate, his dad brings him to a London brothel off Baker Street (“not far from Sherlock Holmes’s” address), whereupon they have the following conversation:

Father:  “You can have a thrashing or a cake.”

Narrator:  “I’ll have a cake.”

Father:  “That settles it. You’ll have a thrashing.”

They viewed it as therapeutic, like going to a barber’s for a hot towel or having a foot scrub.

It occurs to self that there probably really is an upscale London brothel near Baker Street — since all the other settings in Jacobson’s novel (for example: Great Russell Street, the antiquarian book dealer across from the British Museum, coffee shops on High Street, The Wallace Collection on Manchester Square and so forth) have been real-world.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Generation Gap, by Joan McGavin, Hampshire Poet for 2014

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With the Armistice declared,
school was closed
and the children all
ran hilty-skilty
down the brae.
Mum burst into the house —

her brother’s photo
already three years
on the mantelpiece.

Newly
promoted corporal,
he holds
the swagger stick
self-consciously,
glances to the side.

And now she’s gone,
and those questions
one could ask about him
— dead on the Somme —
will need books,
the internet, research,
for any hope of answers —

and between me and my uncle
only the red hair
and my mother
forever saying
how much I reminded her of him.

— by Joan McGavin, Hampshire Poet for 2014

Synth: Cyborg Katniss, Scientist Peeta

KTNS-12 was born in a gestation chamber, created by the brilliant scientist Beetee Lateer and his assistant Peeta.

And this fiction is so beautiful:

Beetee straightens, and I can hear his back pop from all the way across the room. “He used to insist on sleeping beside the gestation chamber to keep an eye on your vitals during the night. He was irrationally worried that something would go wrong and no one would be there to stop it. Of course, the alarms would have brought us all in within seconds, but I never could convince him of that . . . ” He trails off, going silent for so long I think he’s done speaking, but then he says, “FXFC and LVNA-9 both died within six in the evening and six in the morning. He blamed himself for not being there when it happened, I think, so he wouldn’t take any chances the third time around.”

Self’s only question is: Cyborgs are bred to go into battle, is there any point in having them all be female?

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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