Monthly Archives: August 2016
Thunder and lightning
invigorate the senses
and recharge the soul
Agree strongly with point one, point two may be irrelevant as the blurb is generally considered over the cover and by the time you are at point three the book is sold anyway
Oh, we’ve come a long way from What Makes People Buy Self-Published Books last week, ladies and gentlesirs!
Brace yourselves now, as we enter the dark side of book marketing: the things which make you REFUSE to buy self-published books.
And we’ve all experienced this to some degree. Self-publishing often gets a very bad rap. If people avoided some of the behaviour which follows, the industry can only benefit.
Cobbled together from the feedback from you, the nice people who comment, I now have a list of what’s most likely to make sure you will never buy a book from a certain author, let alone read one.
These fall loosely into 3 categories:
1. Pushy Marketing Tactics
2. Bad Book Design
3. The Writing Itself
These categories also come in the order which they would turn readers off a book. Even if a book didn’t…
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A fine conjectural précis of an outstanding example of the craft
A summary of a classic Larkin poem
‘The Whitsun Weddings’ is the title poem in Philip Larkin’s 1964 volume of poems. The poem, describing a journey from Hull to London on the Whitsun weekend and the wedding parties that Larkin sees climbing aboard the train at each station, is one of Larkin’s longest great poems and one of his most popular. You can read ‘The Whitsun Weddings’ here; what follows are some words of analysis of the poem’s language and meaning.
Although ‘The Whitsun Weddings’ describes a train journey from Hull to London during the Whitsun weekend (the seventh Sunday after the Easter weekend is Whit Sunday), the inspiration for the poem was a train journey Philip Larkin undertook on the August Bank Holiday weekend between Hull and Loughborough, the midlands town where his mother lived, in 1956.
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Cast your eyes up-wards,
gaze upon the face of hope,
on a wooden cross
Ivory white columns
open and expose a pit
the threshold of life?
A mackerel lies,
once so sleek, now he sizzles
on a charcoal bed
A bold analysis of a work by one of my favourite writers, whose work exemplifies all I love and admire in the poets art.
A reading of a classic Marvell poem
‘The Definition of Love’ is a poem by Andrew Marvell (1621-78), an English poet who lived in Hull and whose work is closely associated with the Metaphysical Poets of the seventeenth century. In this post we offer a short summary and analysis of ‘The Definition of Love’, paying particular attention to its language, meaning, and themes.
My love is of a birth as rare
As ’tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
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