DRIVE YOUR PLOW OVER THE BONES OF THE DEAD

Olga Tokarczuk’s novel is magnificent.

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The title comes from William Blake.

The blurb on the back cover is good but doesn’t do it full justice.

I couldn’t put it down.

There is so much to take from this work e.g. what Fieldfares can do to an attacking hawk; “Newspapers rely on keeping us in a constant state of anxiety, on diverting our emotions away from the things that really matter to us.” And insight and argument into the human condition in the this century and the dilemmas we all face and not just in Poland.

Please read this book

‘They Shall Not Grow Old’

Last night I watched Peter Jackson’s film ‘They Shall Not Grow Old’. Never has the first World War been as vivid, moving and enlightening than in this amazing work. For the first time at 24fps and in colour, the men, the soldiers, were real and their bravery and humanity one to another shone through the restored frames and the recordings made by veterans.

If you haven’t seen this film of genius then do please try and find a way to see it.

Brexit nightmares

Oscar Wile said, “the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible.”

May is the unspeakable is in pursuit of the unacceptable.

Corbyn is the ‘acceptable’ in pursuit of what ????

Come on Labour get your act together or are you going to create an alliance with the extreme right believing that catastrophe will bring about a socialist revolution. If you are  – shame on you.

I am a member of the Labour Party

‘BITTER PASTORAL’ PUBLISHED

‘Bitter Pastoral’ a great intriguing mystery – I can’t wait for the sequel!

John R. Goddard ~ Writer and Reader

My first novel. A crime thriller, Summary below.

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They wrenched his cherished wife and baby daughter away from their idyllic rural existence that Christmas.

They soon knew he would never rest.

Until he saved his loved ones. Solved the seemingly insoluble. Brought culprits to justice. Or wreaked bloody vengeance. Even this devotee of literature and nature could not be sure which.

Without bodies or proof, senior investigating officers had long branded their own star detective ‘murderer.’ Almost universally loathed by public and colleagues alike, DCI Caleb Cade stayed in post if side-lined. To pay his bills. To quietly access police resources for his own dedicated inquiries. With no credible trace of what happened, why or who, after seven years of ever growing despair.

Until a hit and run fatality is hastily covered up, pressure brought to bear to bury the case, a lifelong old friend crudely framed, his mother possibly…

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Mt. Trump meets Mt. Putin

A tale of two mountains

The two mountains, Mt Trump and Mt Putin, met in Helsinki because they wanted to be friends but they were afraid that their ‘bigness’, ‘strongness’, their ‘mountainess’, would impede this. Even so, two such eminences in the same place was scary like two dormant volcanoes suddenly blowing off at once and molten lava spilling out all over the place incinerating bad people amidst the most dreadful stink of burning flesh.
Mt Trump has big hair. Mt Putin has a bare chest when he rides horses and likes hand-to-hand fighting with men wearing white uniforms. Mt Trump has friends who also wear white uniforms and big white pointed hats even when it’s not Halloween. Mt Putin used to run the KGB but now he owns the FSB (which is not a sports car). Mt Trump is a serial liar, narcissist, misogynist, and racist and adores being a mountain. Mt Trump and Mt Putin have a lot in common. They are rich and elevated above us and we are grateful to live in their shadow.
Both the mountains are patriots. This is important. You can’t be a proper massif unless you are big enough to like war, hate the weak (aka bad), and find convenient victims on which to celebrate your mountainess. These victims can be found in places like Syria, México, the Ukraine and America as well as in mosques.
There has been a lot of trouble in the media about the relationship between the two mountains – this is a result of a misunderstanding, or fake news, as Mt Trump calls it. Mountains are mountains and therefore live on the high ground of their mountainess above the need for the oxygen that mere mortals crave. Sometimes Mt Trump miss-speaks but that’s only because his brain lacks oxygen.
When Mt Trump mentioned the idea that Mt Putin had been tampering with the American electoral process Mt Putin looked as sad as only a big mountain can look when it’s pissing down with sleety rain. I’m sorry, Mt Putin said, how could you think I would have done such a thing? What would have been the purpose? I’m a democrat, just like you. I am a mountain not a dried up wadi like Teresa May. I’m so sad, Donald, that you could think this of me. Mt Trump now knew for certain that he’d been right all along and his own government, and his bad spooks, had been trying to reduce him to a molehill with their bad lies about how Mt Putin is an avalanche in waiting. Being a mountain Mt Trump is above this, above the calumny dumped on his friend’s mountaintop.
There is trust between the mountains. All is good: no more recriminations. Love is in the air. The two mountains will live side by side doing great things while looking down on the bad people and putting bad democracy where it belongs – in the can.

© Phil Cosker 2018