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I have long been a fan of Bloom County, but my collections of the comic strip have long since been buried in a box somewhere north of my salad spinner and southwest of my notes from tenth grade science. Fortunately, I've just discovered a cache of them nestled in a corner of a bookshelf here in my sometime residence, including this gem from 1983. Funny how a twenty-year-old strip can still resonate this profoundly:
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Margaret Atwood: Strange Things : The Malevolent North in Canadian Literature (Clarendon Lectures in English Literature)
Right to the frosty tips of my Maritime 'burg nestles the omnipresent appreciation of all things Canadian - lest not forget, 'natch, that this is Lower Canada, first founded, settled by those who settled and therefore most appropriate dwelling-place for some serious CanLitticism on a chilly eve - a hunger best feasted with the reigning Empress of post-Dominion Culture, here her own splendid Wendigo-fed self most engaging with a bemused discussion of the particular neuroses provoked by our frozen mythoscape that are so lovingly delineated by myriad earnest PhD dissertations from sea to sea to sea.
Candace Savage: Crows : Encounters with the Wise Guys
Seduced by the caw of the wild that blankets the UNB campus with a murderous cacophany of harbingers of death at the same time every fall, I put this on my Chrismas list hoping for some new insight into these amazing creatures that mimic human speech and modified tool use - instead, I found surprizingly mediocre musings on evolutionary biology from an unqualified, underresearching hack writer made bearable only by a bevy of lovely photographs and images of our witty black-feathered bretheren.
Very funny, but in a way that also makes you wince.
Posted by: Josh | July 18, 2005 at 18:28