Pigling Bland
More misdeeds – worse ones – but I won’t bore you with them.
Tonight I became acquainted with a lovely book of romance … suspense … pathos … and rural dystopia – one that stands with other European narratives of displacement (war narratives, in particular) – Beatrix Potter’s “Tale of Pigling Bland.”
A well-dressed, polite young pig walks down the road (as one does). Do passersby treat him with respect? No, they halt him and demand to see his papers. We are but a step or two from Spiegelman’s Maus.
I read out loud to Daniel. He fell asleep, but I continued on and was touched.
I am less ill now, but the boys have been having colds and fevers. Karin seems OK.
Tonight I became acquainted with a lovely book of romance … suspense … pathos … and rural dystopia – one that stands with other European narratives of displacement (war narratives, in particular) – Beatrix Potter’s “Tale of Pigling Bland.”
A well-dressed, polite young pig walks down the road (as one does). Do passersby treat him with respect? No, they halt him and demand to see his papers. We are but a step or two from Spiegelman’s Maus.
I read out loud to Daniel. He fell asleep, but I continued on and was touched.
I am less ill now, but the boys have been having colds and fevers. Karin seems OK.