The Crows of Pearblossom by Aldous Huxley, illustrated by Sophie Blackall ★★★½
Mr. and Mrs. Crow, who have a nest in a cotton-wood tree in Pearblossom, haven’t had much luck so far when it comes to growing their family. Every time Mrs. Crow has laid an egg, it has disappeared before getting a chance to hatch. When, coming home early from her errands on day, Mrs. Crow catches the rattlesnake who lives at the bottom of the tree eating her latest egg, she tells her husband he must go and kill the snake. Mr. Crow isn’t sure this is a good idea, so he consults his friend Mr. Owl, who comes up with a brilliant plan to teach the snake a lesson he is likely never to forget. A fun and slightly wicked story by the author best known for Brave New World, this was Huxley’s only children’s story, which he wrote as a gift for his niece Olivia, who had moved to Pearblossom, California with her parents. Bright and cheerful illustrations by Sophie Blackall. (click on cover to view larger)
I discovered Blackall a couple of years ago via her blog, Missed Connections, in which she posts her wonderfully imaginative illustrated interpretations of real messages she finds on missed connections websites. I remember it felt quite serendipitous at the time, since I’d started a project to post the “missed connection of the week” as a way to find ideas for stories and was amazed to see where Blackall had gone with the idea. As she says on her blog: “Messages in bottles, smoke signals, letters written in the sand; the modern equivalents are the funny, sad, beautiful, hopeful, hopeless, poetic posts on Missed Connections websites. Every day hundreds of strangers reach out to other strangers on the strength of a glance, a smile or a blue hat. Their messages have the lifespan of a butterfly. I’m trying to pin a few of them down.” As it happens, Missed Connections, the book is coming out in late September (guess who’ll be getting hold of that one?)
Hipster Chick Who Passed Gas
Monday, March 23, 2009
Remember? Uptown ‘A’ train. Sunday at around 9pm. I was the black dude reading Bukowski’s Post Office. You were reading the Arts and Leisure section. You passed wind rather loudly and started chuckling. I’d like to see you again. The flatulence wasn’t a turn-off.
Scrabble Tattoo on Roof
Monday, August 17, 2009
– m4w – (greenpoint)
asked myself why the letter ‘n’ all night long, then you were gone before i got a chance to ask. also, i saved you a piece of cake.
do you always sit in a circle of asian girls? and sit at the top of the stairs so everyone gets a crush on you when they get to the roof?
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