I have a realtor coming this afternoon to laugh hysterically when I tell her how soon I’d like to get the house on the market. (This weekend would be nice.) (But totally unrealistic.) (But I’m an optimist.) (An exhausted one.)
Anyhoo. Saw this post by Gail Gauthier about a new book called Tintin and the Secret of Literature, and one day when things settle down around here (bahahahahahaha, oh, that was a good one) I will enjoy reading it. We are huge Tintin fans. HUGE. Beanie is catapulting herself toward literacy mainly because she wants to be able to read the Tintin collections she got for her birthday ALL BY HERSELF. She will pore over the pictures for hours, literally. Jane reads the books to her, I read them to her, Rose spirits them away and reads them to herself.
So I very much look forward to reading more about this:
“McCarthy shows how the themes this story generates—expulsion from home, violation of the sacred, the host-guest relationship turned sour, and anxieties around questions of forgery and fakeness—are the same that have fuelled and troubled writers from the classical era to the present day. His startling conclusion is that Tintin’s ultimate ‘secret’ is that of literature itself.”
Thanks for the tip-off, Gail.
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