I was in transcendental mode when this book arrived. I was searching my mind for different meanings to my life, other tasks, other ways of fulfilment. Could there be subliminal purposes for us all? Ordained by whom? Agnostic that I am, I wondered if there really was some unimaginably different power or spirit out there, and if so, how should we get in touch with it? In the meantime should we rely in our ponderings chiefly upon fact, suggestion, truth or fancy?

Literary Review

Apr 2017

Categories

Jan Morris

Impossible Not to Be a Bit Pleased with Himself

Rather Like Margaret

Wiped off the Map

Let It Blow

Forget the Fluff

Stanzas at the Summit

The Sun Will Set

My Little Town

Made in Mannahatta

It’s the Taking Part that Counts

Of Wind & Water

Though the Open Door

Mammismo & Machismo

Kidnapped

Song of the Earth

In Potemkin’s Steps

Seeking His Quarry