JEZZA'S JOTTINGS

bellobooks:

This is a great one. It’s a normal beach scene: sea, sand, bucket, spade and… HAND!

Death of a Warrior Queen is another classic mystery featuring Detective-Inspector Ben Jurnet.

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Thanks to Rob!

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cjwho:

Street Art in Dublin

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bellobooks:

A fabulous original edition of Josephine Bell’s Death At The Medical Board, which was a Christmas present from Margaret to Joy in 1944 and has EXACTLY the same number of words as a pre-war edition, despite being slimmer.

bellobooks:

It’s still Pamela Hansford Johnson centenary week so here’s a classic cover for her novel Night and Silence, Who Is Here? which brings back Matthew Pryar from The Unspeakable Skipton as well as Dorothy Merlin, the celebrated and awful poetess whom Pryar is writing about.

bellobooks:

What I like to call Pamela Hansford Johnson’s ‘Good’ series. This is not a comment on the books, although they are more than good, but the easiest way to refer to them as a pair!

‘After some weeks’ association with Albert I decided that he did not in any way measure up to the popular estimation of what a lion should be. He was sulky, blustery and devoid of any finer feelings whatsoever. His small, golden eyes always had in them an expression of baffled rage; it seemed that he was trying to uphold his race’s reputation for fierceness but could not remember why. There was always a faintly puzzled look about him, as though he were wondering whether it was necessary to behave in this way. When he was not prowling about in a filthy temper he was indulging in his ‘joke’ of jumping out suddenly at unsuspecting passers-by and getting a sardonic pleasure out of their panic.’

newyorker:

A Tribute to Marie Colvin

As I drove to the ice rink with my wife and kids up here in Vermont, where we are spending a few days’ vacation, I thought about the choices we all make. Marie made hers many years ago, devoting her life to being a war correspondent. Everything else—her health, her family, her personal life—came second. Naturally, she sometimes thought of doing something else, something less crazy. At our last lunch, she spoke in her throaty-voiced way about the possibility of writing a book and dialing it back—maybe getting a gig at a think tank or a journalism school. I think we both knew she’d never do it. Many moons ago, she quit reporting for a while and spent a couple of years on the Sunday Times foreign desk, rewriting copy and managing other reporters. She nearly died of boredom…

…We all have to die sometime. Marie died doing what she loved, what made her feel most alive, what turns journalism from a job into something bigger and more noble: a mission. It’s perhaps not much of a consolation to her many friends and her family, but it’s what happened.

- In today’s Daily Comment, John Cassidy remembers Marie Colvin: http://nyr.kr/zxBWTq