tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post5302919440691605855..comments2023-07-03T09:22:01.637+01:00Comments on tasting rhubarb: The view from up thereJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-59108162157351603642012-09-04T23:03:43.221+01:002012-09-04T23:03:43.221+01:00Did you attend, Jean? I was disappointed not to be...Did you attend, Jean? I was disappointed not to be around for TJ's visit. Dickhttp://patteran.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-27320316019304847072012-09-04T19:44:48.972+01:002012-09-04T19:44:48.972+01:00Anne's feeling of "no space for an old wh...Anne's feeling of "no space for an old white American woman of moderate intellect and sometimes slow wits" is a familiar one to me. In fact, I am so mired in the dust and dirt of just getting through the outerlands these days, that I have a hard time making out the shape of things "up there." So much of literature has become a luxury beyond my means. <br /><br />But it was a lovely listen and I am happy that he had the chance to take in the view from up there and provide us with a map to that territory.alembichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06239840137312063151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-42756103572185998232012-09-04T18:34:32.171+01:002012-09-04T18:34:32.171+01:00Anne, I'm NOT one to adore from afar. I felt t...Anne, I'm NOT one to adore from afar. I felt this, smooth as it is, was full of uncomfortable questions - without which I would feel the same as you. <br /><br /><br />Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-74759876783722180652012-09-04T18:26:42.978+01:002012-09-04T18:26:42.978+01:00I listened to the podcast. It was on Natalie's...I listened to the podcast. It was on Natalie's blog as well. He had a lovely, smooth voice. His writing was lovely and smooth. I haven't read any of his books, but I felt his words were wise and humane. And yet, somehow, I felt that rarefied world, at the top of London, at the top of New York, in the realm of first rank minds and prize winning authors I could never enter, never participate. No space for an old white American woman of moderate intellect and sometimes slow wits. Am I being petty? Perhaps I should be content to adore from afar. Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04979547096244105508noreply@blogger.com