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Squeaking in tongues and tilting at windfarms

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Love 243

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© Marie Marshall

The Brontë sisters’ mugshot. Visit.

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Love 242

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© Marie Marshall

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A dem●n’s diary 89

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© Marie Marshall

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fragment 644

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© Marie Marshall

I have recently read Harper Lee’s Go Set A Watchman. I hope you will enjoy reading my ‘take’ on it – please click here. Having read and enjoyed the novel in a single sitting (my enjoyment is not, in itself, a value judgment on its literary worth), I remarked to a friend that it had slightly disturbed the equilibrium of American Literature. To Kill A Mockingbird is no longer the 20c stand-alone landmark that it was. There has not been a major upheaval, but rather it’s like a few familiar family portraits are out of alignment on the wall, and we can’t shift all of them back to a true line. Hence the fragment above, today. My article is not quite a review, more of a reaction to the Watchman phenomenon, so expect fewer plot-spoilers than have already appeared elsewhere.
MM

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fragment 643

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Please read Veronica’s Rosary, my new poem. Go here to read it.

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fragment 642

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© Marie Marshall

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Love 241*

*Every love poem I’ve written, since I’ve known you, has been about you. © Marie Marshall

*Every love poem I’ve written, since I’ve known you, has been about you.
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Where would they bury the survivors?

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fragment 641

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© Marie Marshall

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Love 240

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© Marie Marshall

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