@Palustris, I was watching a programme about the Booker Prize last night and never saw an answer to the question "What's the difference between 'literary fiction' and any other typ of fiction?" I got the impression that to be classed as 'literary fiction' it needs to be all but unreadable. The writer version of the Kings New Clothes perhaps. There was one wonderfully sniffy interview after an unexpected winner was announced where one of losers stated that in their opinion it wasn't literature. That said with the winner sat beside them. Talk about sore loser.
Can you enlighten a poor pleb who simply wants any book to be 'a good read'?
Not a clue. I started writing as a way of showing my class (ex teacher) how to write a story which was internally consistent etc. The good stories I remembered and the poor one disappeared. Since then I have just written ones for my own grandchildren and of course my own pleasure. They are definitely not great literature, just little run of the mill stories. If anyone else enjoys reading them then great, but since we do not take any royalties from them it does not matter if it is only family that buy them.
Our eldest edited and published them for me as a birthday present. Now his books may not be high literature, but they are unreadable. University level textbooks on Microelectronics.
Two reasons to be cheerful here. Firstly, it rained quite a bit last night (which leads to a curmudge, but not on this thread ).
Secondly, a very large hedgehog was trundling up the garden path this morning, and is now consuming some fallen apples. It's the first I've seen here, though we had hedgehog poo under the bird feeders a while ago - and gives me special pleasure, because I was afraid that by rebuilding the collapsed dry stone wall, I'd inadvertently blocked off the hedgehogs' access to the garden.
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Secondly, a very large hedgehog was trundling up the garden path this morning, and is now consuming some fallen apples. It's the first I've seen here, though we had hedgehog poo under the bird feeders a while ago - and gives me special pleasure, because I was afraid that by rebuilding the collapsed dry stone wall, I'd inadvertently blocked off the hedgehogs' access to the garden.
Who's that with B3 as I'm with Aviva and they have increased mine by £70 despite never claiming ever?
'The power of accurate observation .... is commonly called cynicism by those that have not got it.
George Bernard Shaw'