This blog is very plain. Which is okay by me. I don’t mind plain. It leaves room for the focal point to be on the words. And believe me, on this blog we are going to need all the room we can get, for I will venture to say that this blogger writes the longest entries I have thus far encountered in the blogosphere.
There is a cursory About page, with little real information about the author. But you might make a note of the fact that on the list of her favorite books, Ulysses is at the top.
The archives go back to May of 2004 and I dove in to get a feel for what is going on with our author. The entries are generally stream of consciousness impressions, and shift from the present to the past with a seamlessness that many times left me scratching my head. There is a liberal smattering of letters or diary entries from as far back as 1997. Most of the writing is rambling, which from time to time borders on the incoherent. Though the images invoked are vivid and beautifully crafted, they often seem disjointed and aloof. The only time I really connected with our author was in an entry from September 18th entitled “Grime”. If you are going to read one sample from this blog, do try that one.
The overall tone of this blog left me feeling bleak. Not that there is anything wrong with that. But I would not call this a personal blog. I think it should be under the creative writing category, which would prepare the reader for what is to come.
If you enjoy atmospheric stream of consciousness writing, this is the blog for you. And I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge the brilliant mind that obviously resides in these pages. But for the same reason I did not enjoy Ulysses, I did not enjoy this blog. Though I admit that I prefer my journeys to have a beginning and an end, for I like the satisfaction of completion. A pedantic’s view perhaps. But you may feel differently when you visit, and will curse me as an insufferable hack with no imagination. My advice is to go there yourself and make up your own mind.