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Sunday, November 27, 2005
More Renato Alarcao
And here is another of Renato Alarcao's preliminary sketches for the paperback edition of The Curse of the Raven Mocker (FSG), forthcoming from Firebird (Penguin).
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
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This is a stunning illustration.
ReplyDeleteYes,it is lovely. I'm interested that you wanted to be a poet as a child; pretty early vocation there. (I wanted to be a nun, because of the nice black and white dresses. A great dismay to my Lutheran mother. Failing nunhood, I thought I might settle on running away with the gypsies, but I didn't know any.)
ReplyDeleteRenato is wonderfully fecund--just tosses up lovely proposals en masse. I'll have eight to post in all, so come back and see the rest.
ReplyDeleteI love describing rapid motion, and I think he does too. I just wish we could use all the illustrations.
Black and white is very crisp. I see the habit-appeal; my daughter has a thing for penguins...
It must be odd wanting to be a poet as a child--but some of us have strange childhoods and strange thoughts, I suppose. I also wanted to be a naturalist, but I think that was partly because my mother knew the name of every wildflower I ever saw. And I loved the names.