tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post114556034830878969..comments2024-03-20T16:46:13.343-04:00Comments on Marly Youmans / The Palace at 2:00 a.m. / poems, stories, novels: The Bamboo PalaceMarly Youmanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1145843197064083552006-04-23T21:46:00.000-04:002006-04-23T21:46:00.000-04:00I live in a village that has become, over the year...I live in a village that has become, over the years, quite confused about matters of so-called reality and unreality, history and fiction...Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1145836270063518872006-04-23T19:51:00.000-04:002006-04-23T19:51:00.000-04:00Absolutely. Which makes me wonder: has our society...Absolutely. Which makes me wonder: has our society invented so many thing that we cannot tell where reality begins and ends? Intelligence, beauty, social status- are all of these abstract and molded by...? Very confusing. Although I still fell sorry for anyone named Desdemona.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1145669109790650832006-04-21T21:25:00.000-04:002006-04-21T21:25:00.000-04:00I like that part of having children as well--and r...I like that part of having children as well--and reading as a family group when children are the right ages. The last book I read aloud to my entire family was Leon Garfield's <I>Smith</I>, another book that I wish I'd met earlier. <BR/><BR/>One thing I like about reading good books that I "missed" is recapturing that sensation of being a child in the act of reading. Delicious.<BR/><BR/>And I Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1145656897952495462006-04-21T18:01:00.000-04:002006-04-21T18:01:00.000-04:00I always feel as if I have tresspassed on a solemn...I always feel as if I have tresspassed on a solemnly stunning landscape in the early morning. The excerpt is idyllic. I wonder how, in my incessant search for books, I skipped these books.<BR/><BR/>I feel sorry for Tolly, stuck with such a name. Similarly, I pity anyone with an equally unusual name- Mullygrubs, Desdemona, Phineas and India Opal Buloni from Because of Winn-Dixie.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1145653266878908812006-04-21T17:01:00.000-04:002006-04-21T17:01:00.000-04:00I too missed the Green Knowe books as a child (and...I too missed the Green Knowe books as a child (and would have loved them) but encountered them with my own children. One of the benefits they don't tell you about in having children.<BR/>I love this excerpt, and your perfect picture. Your blog is such a work of art in itself, Marly.jarvenpahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04709417058741577802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1145633376159741592006-04-21T11:29:00.000-04:002006-04-21T11:29:00.000-04:00The first one is The Children of Green Knowe. I mi...The first one is <I>The Children of Green Knowe</I>. I missed them as a child, but I would have loved them.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1145619086991895552006-04-21T07:31:00.000-04:002006-04-21T07:31:00.000-04:00I read and reread this excerpt so carefully. Yes,...I read and reread this excerpt so carefully. Yes, that is the way it is, if you're lucky. Today I walked the dog at dawn. We passed deep thickets of cane and caused some alarm among the nesting birds there. I'm going to read this book. I never have, not even to my children. So glad the chatelaine is back in her nest again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com