From: GDHDTHSHS@SDSRSF.COM
"P.S.Burton" wrote in message
news:1138014401.426290.53540@g49g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...
> I likened you to Adrian Mole at the time, and you 'extrapolated' that
> it was because he was the only cultural reference in my head marked
> 'Diarist'. As you can see, there were other reasons...
>
That piece of prose of mine is not good: in fact it was the first serious
attempt at prose I ever made, almost a decade ago; the first page of the
first book - which was not an essay but a novel and which I finished and
which, unlike many another first novel, has been read and commented on at
length, more's the pity, by many different people on the net and in the real
world; however it isn't as bad or pretentious as Mr Mole's, however much you
bitchily wish it so, Thomas. I could give you bullet points as to why you
make the lazy analogy and why it doesn't work. But that would be like
arguing with a Ufologist. Perhaps you haven't much experience with pastiche
English prose.
In fact it seems to me that you make the connection because it mentions
Turner and takes place in an urban environment. So I fully expect you to
liken this to Adrian Mole as well:
'The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a dozen
tropic suns were simultanously setting round the horizon; everywhere the
searchlight clustered and hovered, then swept apart; here and there pitchy
clouds drifted and billowed; now and then a huge flash momentarily froze the
serene fireside glow. Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas baubles.
"Pure Turner," said Guy Crouchback, enthusiastically; he came fresh to
these delights.
"John Martin, surely?" said Ian Kilbannock.'
I'll let you work out who it is.
ROBBIE
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* Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)
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