Careful what you Write

It is with a heavy heart that I address you today. It appears that one of my blog posts has been misunderstood and it troubles me somewhat.

I was looking at my stats for a moment earlier, and saw a couple that interested me. The first was a referral from an erotica site that I am assuming had linked to my erotic poem She Enters the Room (Adult Content). That is fine, rather cool in fact. No problem with that at all. It is at this point my mini rant shall begin.

The second referral is the one that disturbs me. It is from the Enid Blyton Society. Regular followers of this blog will know that I am an ardent Enid Blyton advocate and that I find the assaults on her works in applying so called political correctness an affront. The changing of the original stories and characters to conform to what are supposedly acceptable modern day norms is in my eyes a disgrace. So to find that on a closed forum, as in one where I cannot defend myself, that I am being held up as an example of prejudice and bigotry against Enid Blyton is, to say the least, a little disconcerting. I was a member of the society at one point, but unfortunately have let my membership lapse.

Now I am sure that the original poster in that forum has judged my words and expressed his honest opinion. It is likely that my words may have been misleading and easily misinterpreted. There are however numerous other posts,  including my ‘Collection Book of the Week’ posts on this blog that highlight my opinion vehemently opposing the amendment and changing of Enid Blyton’s works and my love of them in their original form. I guess that is what happens when somebody just looks at a single post without any greater overview of the whole.

Still, I am sure that it is my fault for not expressing myself in a sufficiently eloquent manner. I imagine it is my simplistic use of the English language, and my lack of appreciation that people unfamiliar with my blog as a whole, and unaware of my views concerning Enid Blyton could be reading a single post, that has led to this misconstruing of my views.

Anyway, I guess I will just have to be more guarded with my use of language in the future. I am certainly not wasting any more of my time worrying about the misguided opinions of a couple of posters on a closed forum. I have wasted too much time already. Mini rant over.

I must apologise to one and all for this post. This is not something that would usually bother me, but it’s Enid Blyton, an author I hold in the highest esteem. You can see how this has affected me, there doesn’t appear to be a single expletive in this post.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

OceanThe Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

Description from Goodreads

THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE is a fable that reshapes modern fantasy: moving, terrifying and elegiac – as pure as a dream, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing, as dangerous as a knife in the dark, from storytelling genius Neil Gaiman.

It began for our narrator forty years ago when the family lodger stole their car and committed suicide in it, stirring up ancient powers best left undisturbed. Dark creatures from beyond the world are on the loose, and it will take everything our narrator has just to stay alive: there is primal horror here, and menace unleashed – within his family and from the forces that have gathered to destroy it.

His only defense is three women, on a farm at the end of the lane. The youngest of them claims that her duckpond is ocean. The oldest can remember the Big Bang

I gave this book five stars out of five

My thoughts:

I don’t want to rehash the story in this review. If you want that, read the description above, or better yet read the book. In fact, definitely read the book. Go on. I recommend it. I do not usually give out five stars in my vaunted grading system, but this book deserved it. I have to confess that I was a Gaiman virgin before this book. That is going to change, I can assure you. We have broken through the Gaiman hymen.

So, why did this book deserve five stars? I loved this book, so that in itself is enough for the five stars. I found the world that the author created both simple and complex at the same time. Filled with incredible scope, I felt this book was all about perspective, about how you looked at things, and about how you remembered things.

The main character I found interesting, both as a boy of seven and how he viewed the world and the situation into which he was inadvertently plunged, and also as an adult, with memories of things that were always just out of reach. His relationship with Lettie and the other Hempstock’s was fascinating as he began to realise that they were not just an ordinary farming family and that the world was not what he had thought.

It is hard to write too much without giving away aspects of the story that you would be much better off finding out by reading this wondrous tale. So I am not even going to try. Suffice it to say this was a work of great creativity, skill and beauty.

Now, go read the damn book. What are you waiting for?

This review is based on a hardback copy that I received as a gift from my girlfriend, a most inspired choice of book.