tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348056790070661555.post2846817285679990092..comments2023-07-24T18:26:19.495+10:00Comments on Alien Onion: The very first timeThe Alien Onionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07037127806592724297noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348056790070661555.post-18599548575209814322012-11-12T21:28:54.050+11:002012-11-12T21:28:54.050+11:00I spent ONE ENTIRE YEAR reading naught but Anne Ri...I spent ONE ENTIRE YEAR reading naught but Anne Rice! And then there was Margaret Atwood. She is my feeling of home, and always will be, most especially The Edible Woman, Cat's Eye and The Robber Bride. And there was The Bone People, yes yes yes. To this day I claim it as the best book I've ever read. And there was The Outsider by Albert Camus. Which blew my brain out the back of my head. And the Bell Jar, and JEANETTE WINTERSON, and Bliss by Peter Carey, and Cloud Street... And The Women's Room and The Master and Margarita, which I especially prided as it was my mum's copy from the 60s given to her by the family she used to babysit for and I'd just discovered her old records and realised that the woman was an absurdist-appreciating hippy and felt so inordinately proud of this fact... AHHHHH!!miss elisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348056790070661555.post-85231445957582497852012-11-09T17:02:20.857+11:002012-11-09T17:02:20.857+11:00Kate - Do you have any photos of your Simone de Be...Kate - Do you have any photos of your Simone de Beauvoir turban phase? Inquiring minds wish to know.<br /><br />For me it was all Allende and Garcia Marquez and the poetry of Leonard Cohen and Anne Rice. EPIC FEELS! I can't abide G-M any more. <br /><br />--SCThe Alien Onionshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07037127806592724297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348056790070661555.post-78788748214375472212012-11-09T16:49:42.535+11:002012-11-09T16:49:42.535+11:00I think they were the years when I read all my Sim...I think they were the years when I read all my Simone de Beauvoir and took to wandering about in a turban. Also Anais Nin (oh dear). And Henry Miller (OH DEAR!) Also I read The Mists of Avalon a few dozen times. Oh, and lots about Carl Jung! I remember thinking The White Hotel was a work of genius. Now -- not so much.A latte beckonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12967372772145537800noreply@blogger.com