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>In watching the three Bourne movies in close succession over the past week, Richard and I spotted a neat thing we had missed when viewing them at the theater: the final scene of the second movie, The Bourne Supremacy, is also the climax of the third movie, The Bourne Ultimatum,...
>and a fine trip it was. Monday evening I had the chance to meet scads of people from the child_lit listserv including its creator Michael Joseph, whose glasses I want but don't think I could pull off (him or on me). The food was just-okay--wild boar shouldn't be as boring...
>Barring funerals, pretty much the only time I hear from my now far-flung McNally relatives is when the Red Sox are doing well at whatever it is they do. Which, I guess, they've done. Honestly, I feel like I should trade houses with my California (or Delaware, Maryland . ....
We've posted further information about Lloyd Alexander here. And below, fervent Alexander fan and my best friend Elizabeth Law offers some of her own thoughts:Lloyd Alexander is one of my favorite writers of all time, as well as one of my most influential. As a child and young adult, I...
I have an appreciation of Lloyd Alexander, who died this morning, promised for later, but for now I'd like to direct your attention to this letter he wrote to Horn Book editor Ruth Hill Viguers long ago....
By Lloyd AlexanderI was well into middle age before I met the Psammead ("Sammyadd" as the children call it). I wish I had met it sooner so that I could have enjoyed it longer — no, cancel that. Wishes may come true, disastrously so.Instead, I'll only say that I'm grateful...
by Lloyd Alexander The White Queen proudly told Alice she had learned to believe six impossible things before breakfast. We do much better. Science appears on the verge of discoveries that may let us live forever, at the same time perfecting ways to get rid of us altogether. We can...
By Ann DurellAt the cocktail party following the National Book Award presentations in New York City last March a lady asked Meindert DeJong to autograph her copy of Journey from Peppermint Street (Harper), winner of the first National Book Award for children’s literature. The prizewinning author looked about helplessly and...
1 June, 1965Dear Ruth:I hope it’s permissible for an author to spend an inordinate number of hours in gleeful pride (or prideful glee?) over a review in THE HORN BOOK. In any case, that's what I've been doing.Well, needless to say I’m delighted you liked THE BLACK CAULDRON. Seriously delighted,...
by Lloyd AlexanderThe muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes. No foam-born Aphrodite, she vaguely resembles my old piano teacher, who was keen on metronomes. She does not carry a soothing lyre for inspiration, but is more likely to shake you roughly awake at four in the morning...