The Cat’s Lunch by Marguerite Gérard
I’m sure this is how my cat would prefer me to feed him every day. I love the addition of the jealous little dog beneath the fluffy feline overlord.
My Real Children by Jo Walton – Book Review
I picked up this book based on its intriguing premise of an old woman remembering living two distinct lives. I got a feeling early on that the novel wasn’t going to live up to its promising beginning, and sadly my instincts were proven correct.
National Theatre Live: The Seagull – Film Review
This was a very different trip to the cinema: I went to see a recording of Anton Chekhov’s stage play, filmed at the National Theatre in London and starring a couple of familiar faces including Emilia Clarke.
Constantine – Film Review
I haven’t seen this superhero/horror flick since I first watched it back in 2005 and thought it was mostly meh. I was pleasantly surprised when I gave it a second chance recently, and discovered that it’s actually much, much better than I remembered.
Camille – Film Review
I’ve never seen a Greta Garbo film before, so I watched this 1937 romantic tearjerker which, according to the internet, is a strong contender for her best movie.
The Hound of Death by Agatha Christie – Book Review
Halloween was the perfect time to check out this curious collection from the Queen of Crime: twelve short stories tinged with the fantastical and supernatural.
Aldous Harding @ Elisabeth Murdoch Hall
I almost missed out on the enigmatic Kiwi singer-songwriter’s Melbourne gig, but in the end her live show made me an even bigger fan of her idiosyncratic take on folk.
Cat by J. R. R. Tolkien
The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom –
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.
Apples Never Fall by Liane Moriarty – Book Review
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