While we were still basking in the morning after glow of last November, we were asked by the editor of Big Bridge to record our feelings about this historical event. Even today, in the day light of “politics as usual”, I still feel like something great was achieved that night.
Have a read, Big Bridge’s Election 2008 reports from London and see if you feel the same.
-Jarred
Twain takes the piss out of Cooper in superb style.
Look at this opening line:
“It seems to me that it was far from right for the Professor of English Literature at Yale, the Professor of English Literature in Columbia, and Wilkie Collins to deliver opinions on Cooper’s literature without having read some of it. It would have been much more decorous to keep silent and let persons talk who have read Cooper.”
I believe the honourable gentleman just got told.
http://etext.virginia.edu/railton/projects/rissetto/offense.html
P.S. The first two of the Leatherstocking tales are still very dear to my heart.
Lane Ashfeldt’s story ‘Califormia Über Alles’ is up at US literary site Identity Theory. The piece is an extract from a longer work – part fiction, part travel writing, part memoir – based on events at a squatted Schokoladenfabrik in the 1980s. The old chocolate factory in which it is set now has a new lease of life as Cologne’s popular Museum of Chocolate. The full story is published in Punk Fiction (Portico, 2009).
“After this, you will leave the chocolate factory for a job on the Kölner-Düsseldorfer Linie bringing American tourists to see castles along the banks of the Rhine.
From the porthole of the cramped cabin you share with another teenage girl, Üte, you will witness the concrete globes and funnels of the nuclear power stations that are also parked along the river’s edge. Against your wishes you will stare at them, held by their mesmeric simplicity. More majestic, more awe-inspiring than the castles, as if they’ve always been here and always will be. Machine smooth, untouchable by ‘Atomkraft nein danke’ protests, untouchable by humans, untouchable by time. You will feel a chill as their shadows hang over the boat.
When, after a week of traveling up and downriver, you are berthed in Köln for the night, you will rush off to the chocolate factory, where you will find the blond boy fighting with another punk… ”
Continued at Identity Theory
