While clearing out some old papers, I came across a copy of the New Statesman and Society dated
And this: “Boxed into administrative districts and agencies, often in politically sensitive zones, the problems of these groups [tribal minorities such as the Kurds] in the 1990s will judder many states, even threatening their very existence.” (Akbar Ahmed, “Death of the Noble Savage”.) He was writing about
Graham Greene had died the previous week.
And, weirdly, there is this, in Sean French’s (half of the crime writer Nicci French) Diary on page 8:
“I came across the strangest example in a book over Easter. Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of
“In 1884 a yacht called Mignonette, bound for
“The book in which I read of the case gave me a number of these. It is by legal historian A W Brian and has the wonderful title, Cannibalism and the Common Law (it was published in the mid-1980s by Penguin) […] as Simpson demonstrates in grisly detail, sailors quickly turned to human flesh and blood, on which it is also possible to survive for long periods. And, until the Richard Parker case, the law played no part in preventing them.”
You may recall that the
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On the subject of Koestler’s unifying force, I reject it. I’m increasingly thinking that I’m an existentialist, without being hugely sure of what one is. The little I’ve read about it, I agree with. One of the interesting things about it is how it includes the notion of the absurd - not only is the universe meaningless, it’s ridiculous. Which I didn’t quite get, until I thought of the line from Macbeth:
“It is a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing.”
Not only is the tale meaningless, it’s told by an idiot. That Shakespeare. There really is nobody he can’t lick.