So today the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature will be announced.
I hope the members of the Nobel Prize Committee have not succumbed to the temptation to make Ukraine happy for the current occasion.
Even if there are remarkable authors there, such a decision would not be a sign of solidarity, but embarrassing at best.
I could much better live with one of the usual suspects: Roth, Murakami, Pynchon, Atwood, etc. ...
How about Edna O'Brien?
Yesterday, October 4th, was the 82nd anniversary of his first 'An crúiscín lán' column in The Irish Times.
Today
Mr Nolan does celebrate his 117th birthday. I should not tell which
pseudonym he does currently prefer, but I may say those few people still
taking for granted he died April 1st 1966, can look back on a remarkable long career as April fools.
Happy birthday then, alter Knabe!
Fact is, furthermore, that tonight Flanny, Sergeant Pluck, Tetrapilotomos and I as well as a certain chap who asked to remain incognito met in, at and around Seanhenge, having some pints of plain and at one stage of our vivid
conversation Flann would raise his voice and not only enjoy our ears,
hearts and grey cells but animate the rami zygomatici and rami buccales
of nervus facialis to massively innervate our musculi risorii by
once again declaiming following legendary dialogue:
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But now, before the five of us go on celebrating, and although it ought to be most unlikely they exist - to all those who happen
to not being in possession of the birthday boy's complete work: Saddle
your ponies, folks, and hurry up. The friendly, most well-educated and
-sorted bookseller just round the corner will be happy to fill the gaps
of your education and in your bookshelves.
Sláinte!
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| So many swallows this year spent summer in and around Seanhenge. |
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| Spectacular to see them hunting their evening meal. |
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| Meanwhile the last one left one of the five nests alone under our roofs |
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| Speeding southwards. See you again next spring. |
Dana Zátopková (19 September 1922 – 13 March 2020)
As the fine incorruptible gentlemen of the International Olympic Comitee would not allow to embed this video, here the link:
And here's a fine article about Emil Zatopek and Dana Zatopkova: how a husband-and-wife team won four Olympic gold medals at the 1952 Games.
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| For Booklovers |
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| I envy you ... Like you, I would have liked to write a book ... Just the feeling of standing out from the crowd ... |
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Once again I feel relieved that Fortune favours fools, or as a German saying goes, "Die dümmsten Bauern ernten die größten Kartoffeln." / "The dumbest farmers harvest the biggest potatoes". Sometimes a saying can be a great comfort. |
