Greetings readers, Mad Martha here with another Haiku Review! Today, I delve into the colourful, dynamic world of Ed Vere and his two-word masterpiece Banana! This is one of our absolute favourite picture books…and unfortutely, our copy is currently missing. I’m not blaming Bruce…just because it is his job to guard the shelf…but the fact remains that this important tome is not in its allocated place. If any of you know where it might be, please let us know, for while Bruce puts on a brave face, those of us who know him well understand that on the inside he is pining, warring with complex emotions of loss and grief, like a book-shepherd missing his favourite book-sheep…..
But back to Haiku:
over simian treasure.
The victor? Manners.
Until next time readers, keep your eyes (and bananas!) peeled for that book!
Mad Martha here with the week’s Ode. This week I have chosen one of my favourites (and possibly the only one I’ve actually met) – Alexander McCall Smith. An ode to him is well overdue, as Bruce has presided over a number of his hardbacks for many a long year. This is the man who brought the phrase “traditionally-built” to rotund ladies the world over and they continue to thank him today. He is also a great fan of tea and common courtesy (together or separately). Also, anyone who plays the Bassoon in an ensemble called “The Really Terrible Orchestra” must be worth knowing. But my favourite thing of all about AMcS is the fact that he is not afraid to laugh uproariously at his own jokes….this is a trait I share. So sit back with a steaming cup of Red Bush tea and mull over my Ode to Alexander McCall Smith:
No doubt to blame for his two second names are the parents of one Alexander.
A Scotsman for sure, he’s filled up bookstores with tomes that are worth a quick gander;
‘Bout Edinburgh’s cobbles, relationship squabbles, detectives who like to meander,
Vegetarian dogs, poems in epilogues and a woman, Irene – we can’t stand her!
So give him a try – it should satisfy, for he writes with great humour and candour.
A nice cup of tea, a biscuit or three and a story – now what could be grander?
Ta-ra my dears,