- Ursula K. Le Guin, because her science fiction is philosophical, utopian, human(e) and poetic
- A. S. Byatt, whose writing is nuanced, intelligent and luminous
- Robertson Davies' dark glittering writing of depth, wit and perspicacity
- Patricia Duncker's wonderful novel Hallucinating Foucault
- Jeanette Winterson's early work, which is earthy and speaks to my condition
- Michèle Roberts' novels, especially The Wild Girl, In the Red Kitchen and Daughters of the House
- Salman Rushdie - especially Haroun and the Sea of Stories and Midnight's Children
- Iris Murdoch - again, her early work, especially Under the Net and The Bell
- Patrick Leigh-Fermor - the most beautiful travel writing ever
- Lawrence Durrell - especially the Alexandria Quartet, which is beautifully written and introduced me to Cavafy
- Many fine blogs (see Blogs I Read and the spiritual blogroll on dance of the elements), but especially The Expvlsion of the Blatant Beast, Quaker Pagan Reflections and Théâtre Phantasmagorique
- Lots of books
- The poetry of Sylvia Plath, U A Fanthorpe, and Hilary Llewellyn Williams
- The films of Jeunet and Caro, especially Delicatessen
- The art of Pierre et Gilles
- The Pre-Raphaelites, especially Burne-Jones and Evelyn de Morgan
- Marc Chagall and Cecil Collins
- Gustav Klimt
- Hokusai and Hiroshige
- the haiku of Bashō
- the films of Hayao Miyazaki
- the clear and elegant writing of Ronald Hutton
- Music: klezmer, cajun, medieval, renaissance, baroque, Dead Can Dance, Mediaeval Baebes, Dragonsfly, Kate Bush, Sequentia
Friday, July 18, 2008
some art that I appreciate
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Given that Byatt, Le Guin, Winterson, Duncker and Murdoch are, if not coterminous, then at least within hailing distance of one another, I'm a little surprised not to see Margaret Atwood on the list. Any reason?
The only Duncker I've read was an essay on borders, a visit to Germany and The Spy Who Came In From The Cold (it did all hang together) but I thought it was very good.
As you probably know, AS Byatt went to a Quaker school, The Mount in York. On the night she won the Booker, a portrait of her long-dead headmistress fell off the wall. The two of them had a mutual loathing.
We might actually be the same person. Wierd!!
@ Silver Eel: I thought the Handmaid's Tale was OK but I think the rest of her stuff is pretentious tosh, I'm afraid.
I didn't know that story about AS Byatt, how marvellous.
@ Bo: I know, it's spooky, isn't it?
It really is. I don't wholly agree with some of these - as I'm sure you wouldn't with an equivalent list from me - but the overlap is remarkable!
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