makar [ˈmækər]
n (Literature / Poetry) Scot a creative artist, esp a poet
[a Scot variant of maker]

Monday, November 30, 2015

I have just spent twenty minutes searching for my copy of Anna Karenina because I can't stop thinking about it. I read it when I was a teenager and hated it because of the ending; a few years later, I saw a play adaptation, only to realise as it neared the finale, why I disliked it so much. Then, I watched the recent TV drama, The Beautiful Lie, after reading an interview with the screenwriter and becoming intrigued. I sobbed my heart out at the end, but this time, I saw something else in it, which I hadn't noticed before and that I think is what drives her over the edge. It is the divide between being the selfless mother who puts the needs of her child before her own needs and desires, and the search for individual fulfillment and happiness. Anna feels she has made a terrible mistake and she cannot bear the loss of her child. I never really "got her" before, but this I understand! Perhaps, I'm mistaken, but I really want to read it again just to see...


Saturday, November 14, 2015




Hydrangeas always remind me of a special place where we would stay on childhood holidays in France. They make me think of the heat, the fields of wheat, barbecues, playing tennis, brown skin and wild hair. My day has been filled with sunshine and the beauty of the Indian Ocean, with laughing children and icy poles and watermelon slices, but always in my mind, there has been the darkness of what has happened in Paris; the awful unease of these dichotomies: life and death, light and dark, love and hate.
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