A sentimental education
There are tales to be told of the Bank Holiday weekend but I won’t, lacking the energy for a family saga.
Instead, a picture of The Boy, now six months old, up a mountain by the bluebells.
He squeaks with delight whenever his Aunt V talks to him. She surreptitiously wipes away the odd tear.
posted by Lady V at 8:30 am
9 Comments:
Aaaaaaaah! You want one, don't you?!
blatant, unabashed, brazen broodiness. in your face. get a grip woman. or get a turkey baster asap.
he's quite a darling little fellow. i've become quite attached to young cosmo. although he's quite crusty.
Yerrs, yerrs, I've been wanting one for years, Margery, but as old Cyril Connelly said, 'there is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hallway' ....
He was a man though.
But think about it. Virginia Woolf, the Brontës, Jane Austen. No kids there.
Mothers/writers: Sylvia Plath - killed herself, Mary Shelley - wrote Frankenstein, Doris Lessing - gave hers away because he got in the way of writing.
Hmm. Not that I'm comparing myself or anything. But it's a thought.
I'm not sure it's very useful looking to older generations for your examples (it's a bit like me saying every single homosexual has committed suicide or died bitter).
What about the most successful woman writer of our generation: single mother JK Rowling? Who has gone from total penury to now being Britain's richest woman, has she not? No hint that she has an unhappy relationship with her offspring...
Or what about children as inspirations - as in Hideous Kinky, for example?
You're not trying hard enough!
Bloody hell, Le Duc, you sound like my sister...
Good point though, I know, I know - you can make these arguments fit whatever you want them to mean, and I'm using them as solace/excuses, but what's a girl to do sometimes?
Children as inspirations, uh- huh, but Hideous Kinky was about Ms Freud's own experiences as a child, not about having them herself.
I have just written a book all about dead/unborn/aborted/fatherless babies though. It wasn't meant to be but there we are.....
While that was the genesis of Hideous Kinky, in fact it was the story of her mother, herself and her sister (ie, a woman and her two daughters...). Hm. But you are right.
However, if you're going to use facts in your argument you can prove almost anything I say is nonsense, so best to draw a veil over that.
What about looking on your book as a child to which you've given birth, although the labour has taken rather more than 9 months? You're simply proposing to give birth to a range of other things, some living babies, some living novels, some. Actually this metaphor seems to be spiraling out of control, so perhaps it's best to stop now.
Ahem. Yep. The shrink tried that child/book thing on me. I appear to have had the gestation period of an elephant. Indeed. Let's stop the metaphor now!
can i just bring it all back to reality
turkey baster.
woman. go back to the kitchen. only then will i impregnate you.
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