Laying low
Slow, chilly and quiet day; we started new books, and spend time on them. I have Karel Capel's
War with the Newts, a translation from a Czech writer, published in 1936. It is wonderful, but quite strange. There are indeed giant intelligent newts who figure into the plot in every way you can think, yet it doesn't seem overwhelmingly surreal, at least not yet.
War with the Newts, a translation from a Czech writer, published in 1936. It is wonderful, but quite strange. There are indeed giant intelligent newts who figure into the plot in every way you can think, yet it doesn't seem overwhelmingly surreal, at least not yet.
posted by isabelita at 11:19 AM
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Maybe it doesn't seem surreal to you, living there among the snail smashers...
Ha! And as we finish breakfast and gaze out at the cold rain, the idea of giant salamanders evolving into a more intelligent form doesn't seem far off...
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