My impulse to write gets absorbed
by message boards related to reading
and writing, writing letters, and what's
left over gets put here. There's not much
'here' here.
Frequently I wonder if I should give
in and put up commented upon graphics,
photos, family, and so on. Is the
expenditure of time and energy worth
the trouble? I've always been more
interested in writing than I have been
interested in graphics. For that reason
I'm much more interested in proving that
Damn Dan Brown can't write, than I
am in proving that Brown knows almost
nothing about Leonardo and the history
of painting. The fact that Leonardo used
a mirror, and/or the reader must use a
mirror, to read his writing has nothing to
do with any kind of "code." Suggesting
that Mary Magdelene was at the last Supper
is simply and literally stupid.
7 comments:
Barry I do not believe you have nothing to write about ~ I would love to see some graphics in your journal and I would also like to see some pictures of your family of course it would be worth the energy ~ did you see the programme on Claude Monet a triology it was brilliant ~ I could have watched it for a long time to come so sad it has finished ~ but all good things come to an end ~ Ally
Thanks Ally. An additional problem
is that I can't control the size of my
Entry window. I must double-space
or each line won't fit on the screen.
There's a glitch in my software,
requiring correction. I'll get to it.
Barry
For all the hoop lah, I thought Dan Brown wrote an interesting little book for cold, rainy day reading. Explains why Hanks and Co. are chuckling all the way to the bank. And why my checking account is anemic Silly me! I'm more interested in who made the meal. What was served? Who did the serving? After all, I would think a Last Supper would include nosy details like that. Even those facing the gas chamber must realize their menu choices are released to the salivating masses.
True information. It is SO under rated!
It's true, karerh99, that I've
become tightly wound re Damn
Dan's execrable book, his cowardly
attack on his betters, and in an
unthinking mood at a different
period of my life I too could have
accepted his yarn as just another,
ill-written escapist, "rainy afternoon"
diversion. Thanks fior your Comment!
Barry
h
The New Yorker review
written by Anthony Lane
exploded and exposed the
writing of the book as drivel.
Barry
h
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