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RKS British Literature: Jojo the Scottish Lady (John Fowles)

I saw a round cheeked face, no make-up. A fringe of brown hair pigtailed at the back, thick eyebrows, very dirty fingernails holding a fag-end. When the lights went on and we waited for the next feature she tried, with a really pitiable amateurishness to pick me up. She was dressed in jeans, a grubbyContinue reading “RKS British Literature: Jojo the Scottish Lady (John Fowles)”

RKS British Literature: London the City of Drab Dead (John Fowles)

If Rome, a city of vulgar living, had been depressing after Greece, London, a city of the drab dead, was fifty times worse. I had forgotten the innumerability of the place. Its ugliness. Its termite density after the sparsities of the Aegean. It was like mud after diamonds, dank undergrowth after sunlit marble; and asContinue reading “RKS British Literature: London the City of Drab Dead (John Fowles)”

RKS British Literature: The Nakedness and Humanity of Greece (John Fowles)

In my mind Greece lay weeks, not the real hours, behind. The sun shone as certainly, the people were far more elegant, the architecture and the art much richer, but it was as if the Italians, like their Roman ancestors, wore a great mask of luxury, a cosmetic of the over indulged senses, between theContinue reading “RKS British Literature: The Nakedness and Humanity of Greece (John Fowles)”

RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren”

Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren Nice little baby Come here little sweetheart Want a big kiss from mummy Little chicken tidbits for a delicate sweetie Daddy poo wants to take you for a walk No big doggie will molest our little baby And when you return home a cookie Oh you are such a wonderfulContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren””

RKS British Literature: The Oh So Polite British Conversation Without Any European Humanity (John Fowles)

Nobody said what they really wanted, what they really thought. Nobody behaved with breadth, with warmth, with naturalness; and finally, it became pathetic. I could see that my host and his wife had a genuine love of Greece, but it lay choked in their throats. The critic made a perceptive little disquisition on Leavis; andContinue reading “RKS British Literature: The Oh So Polite British Conversation Without Any European Humanity (John Fowles)”

RKS British Literature: The Great Misconception About the Nazi Rise to Power (John Fowles)

One of the great fallacies of our time is that the Nazi’s rose to power because they imposed order on chaos. Precisely the opposite is true – they were successful because they imposed chaos on order. They tore up the commandments, they denied the super-ego, what you will. They said, “You may persecute, you mayContinue reading “RKS British Literature: The Great Misconception About the Nazi Rise to Power (John Fowles)”

RKS British Literature: The American “Man’s World” (John Fowles)

‘That is, a world governed by brute force, humourless arrogance, illusory prestige and primeval stupidity. He stared at the screen. ‘Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because they imagine it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them. In it they can reduce women to the status of objects.Continue reading “RKS British Literature: The American “Man’s World” (John Fowles)”

RKS British Literature: Happiness and the Economic Hazards of Life (John Fowles)

‘Wealth is a monster. It takes a month to learn to control it financially. And many years to learn to control it psychologically. For those many years I lived a selfish life. I offered myself every pleasure. I travelled a great deal. I lost some money in the theatre, but I made much more onContinue reading “RKS British Literature: Happiness and the Economic Hazards of Life (John Fowles)”

RKS British Literature: AN EXCELLENT DEFINITION OF MAN (John Fowles)

‘Victims?’ ‘Whatever you call people who are made to suffer without being given the choice.’ ‘That sounds like an excellent definition of man.’ John Fowles, “The Magus”, 1977.

RKS British Literature: About Being an Air Hostess (John Fowles)

She began to talk about being an air hostess; about herself. ‘Oh Jesus, excitement. That lasts about a couple of duties. New faces, new cities, new romances with handsome pilots. Most of the pilots think we are part of the aircrew amenities. Just queuing up to be blessed by their miserable old Battle-of-Britain cocks. IContinue reading “RKS British Literature: About Being an Air Hostess (John Fowles)”