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In all the flak that's flying about rubbish reviews, I thought I'd post this one, for the simple reason that it chimed with my childhood experience of a Dad who simply didn't get storytelling. I'm sure Stretcher won't mind me reviving this one from the archives. I love it! Here goes: Review By: stretcher Diminuendo Dare I say you struck a chord here? OK - sorry. You took me flying back over the years to a gas lit parlour for piano lessons with Miss Enid Bottomley. If my bus was early I was to sit quietly at the back while the pupil before me's lesson was finished. The poor girl had a lisp - a hiss which I found myself unconsciously imitating only to turn and find them both glaring at me. There's a couple of clumsy phrases but I'll let some other pedant weevil them for you - they like that sort of sh - stuff. Try and find 'em yourself and don't give them the pleasure. I'd put new dialogue on a new line everytime myself - if only for ease of me enjoying it. I like short stories more and more - no responsibility for ending or filling in gaps for the dull witted. My Dad used to watch the Wednesday Play which you may remember used to just come to a stop. 'What happens to them?' he would rage. 'They get married, have kids etc, Dad.' 'Well why don't they say so then?' There's a few like my Dad on here. Marvellous - more.
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the mind boggles.
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Quote: Joe 90, Monday, 13 Jun 2011 13:47In all the flak that's flying about rubbish reviews, I thought I'd post this one, for the simple reason that it chimed with my childhood experience of a Dad who simply didn't get storytelling. I'm sure Stretcher won't mind me reviving this one from the archives. I love it! Here goes: Review By: stretcher Diminuendo Dare I say you struck a chord here? OK - sorry. You took me flying back over the years to a gas lit parlour for piano lessons with Miss Enid Bottomley. If my bus was early I was to sit quietly at the back while the pupil before me's lesson was finished. The poor girl had a lisp - a hiss which I found myself unconsciously imitating only to turn and find them both glaring at me. There's a couple of clumsy phrases but I'll let some other pedant weevil them for you - they like that sort of sh - stuff. Try and find 'em yourself and don't give them the pleasure. I'd put new dialogue on a new line everytime myself - if only for ease of me enjoying it. I like short stories more and more - no responsibility for ending or filling in gaps for the dull witted. My Dad used to watch the Wednesday Play which you may remember used to just come to a stop. 'What happens to them?' he would rage. 'They get married, have kids etc, Dad.' 'Well why don't they say so then?' There's a few like my Dad on here. Marvellous - more. Whad'yamean? Stretch's review itself is a wonderful little narrative story
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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Quote: sulcus, Monday, 13 Jun 2011 22:12Quote: Joe 90, Monday, 13 Jun 2011 13:47In all the flak that's flying about rubbish reviews, I thought I'd post this one, for the simple reason that it chimed with my childhood experience of a Dad who simply didn't get storytelling. I'm sure Stretcher won't mind me reviving this one from the archives. I love it! Here goes: Review By: stretcher Diminuendo Dare I say you struck a chord here? OK - sorry. You took me flying back over the years to a gas lit parlour for piano lessons with Miss Enid Bottomley. If my bus was early I was to sit quietly at the back while the pupil before me's lesson was finished. The poor girl had a lisp - a hiss which I found myself unconsciously imitating only to turn and find them both glaring at me. There's a couple of clumsy phrases but I'll let some other pedant weevil them for you - they like that sort of sh - stuff. Try and find 'em yourself and don't give them the pleasure. I'd put new dialogue on a new line everytime myself - if only for ease of me enjoying it. I like short stories more and more - no responsibility for ending or filling in gaps for the dull witted. My Dad used to watch the Wednesday Play which you may remember used to just come to a stop. 'What happens to them?' he would rage. 'They get married, have kids etc, Dad.' 'Well why don't they say so then?' There's a few like my Dad on here. Marvellous - more. Whad'yamean? Stretch's review itself is a wonderful little narrative story Oh! I see I might be misunderstood here. Let me clarify. I think this review is a genuine delight. I had it ages ago, but found myself chuckling over it, especially the last few lines. As you say, there is a whole story in there of a crusty Dad who simply didn't 'get' the Wednesday play. A few more like this would go much of the way to addressing my blues about YWO
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Quote: Joe 90, Monday, 13 Jun 2011 13:47In all the flak that's flying about rubbish reviews, I thought I'd post this one, for the simple reason that it chimed with my childhood experience of a Dad who simply didn't get storytelling. I'm sure Stretcher won't mind me reviving this one from the archives. I love it! Here goes: Review By: stretcher Diminuendo Dare I say you struck a chord here? OK - sorry. You took me flying back over the years to a gas lit parlour for piano lessons with Miss Enid Bottomley. If my bus was early I was to sit quietly at the back while the pupil before me's lesson was finished. The poor girl had a lisp - a hiss which I found myself unconsciously imitating only to turn and find them both glaring at me. There's a couple of clumsy phrases but I'll let some other pedant weevil them for you - they like that sort of sh - stuff. Try and find 'em yourself and don't give them the pleasure. I'd put new dialogue on a new line everytime myself - if only for ease of me enjoying it. I like short stories more and more - no responsibility for ending or filling in gaps for the dull witted. My Dad used to watch the Wednesday Play which you may remember used to just come to a stop. 'What happens to them?' he would rage. 'They get married, have kids etc, Dad.' 'Well why don't they say so then?' There's a few like my Dad on here. Marvellous - more. Brilliant! That last bit of dialogue is crying out to be immortalised in print. Fab.
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Joe, those were the days, my friend! Dare I say Stretcher’s review struck a chord with me too. Took me back to 6 years of age and music lessons with widow, Pilkington. A parlour, so gloomy it might as well have been gaslit. Threadbare antemacassars on every sofa and chair and curtains drawn to discourage any ray of sunlight! Add Sir Montague the motheaten-looking parrot and Lady Mary, the Pekingese, monuments to the taxidermist’s art and you have some idea of a 6-year old’s terror at the threat of being pecked or bitten if one’s concentration flagged! I wonder if Stretcher’s still around? A delightful read!
This post was last edited by crc, 14 Jun 2011, 15:27
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What happened to stretcher? Is he still here?
Memory... What was that?
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Joe 90
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Quote: awrigley, Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011 16:13What happened to stretcher? Is he still here? Stretcher! Earth calling Stretcher
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Quote: Joe 90, Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011 16:53Quote: awrigley, Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011 16:13What happened to stretcher? Is he still here? Stretcher! Earth calling Stretcher I think he's carried himself off from the casualty ward that is YWO...
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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This was a really nice review and also struck a chord with me. My father, who had never bothered to read a single story I ever wrote, pronounced my work was garbage because I didn't write detective novels. I guess I have accepted he couldn't see the trees for the woods. He never knew of my professional sales in the genre I had chosen.
Actually, I quite like detective novels. I just don't write them.
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