Eggplant.place

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Archie Hind (1928–2008), author of THE DEAR GREEN PLACE, was born #OTD, 3 June

“The only other 20th-century novel I know that places a writer’s struggle in an equally well-imagined city is Nabokov’s THE GIFT”
—Alasdair Gray

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https://www.scotswhayhae.com/post/with-hind-s-sight-a-review-of-archie-hind-s-the-dear-green-place

#Scottish #literature #novel #20thcentury #workingclass #Glasgow

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Gur duilich leam mar tha mi
’S mo chridhe ’n sàs aig bròn
Bhon an uair a dh’fhàg mi
Beanntan ard a’ cheò
Gleanntannan a’ mhànrain
Nan loch, nam bàgh ‘s nan sròm
’S an eala bhàn tha tàmh orra
Gach là air ’m bheil mi ’n tòir…

—Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna, “An Eala Ban”

The First Battle of the Somme began #OTD, 1 July, 1916. Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna / Donald MacDonald composed “An Eala Bhan” (“The White Swan”) during the battle.

#Scottish #literature #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #poem #warpoetry #Somme #WW1

An Eala Ban
Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna

Gur duilich leam mar tha mi
’S mo chridhe ’n sàs aig bròn
Bhon an uair a dh’fhàg mi
Beanntan ard a’ cheò
Gleanntannan a’ mhànrain
Nan loch, nam bàgh ’s nan sròm
’S an eala bhàn tha tàmh orra
Gach là air ’m bheil mi ’n tòir.

A Mhagaidh na bi tùrsach
A rùin, ged gheibhinn bàs –
Cò am fear am measg an t-sluaigh
A mhaireas buan gu bràth?
Chan eil sinn uile ach air chuairt
Mar dhìthein buaile fàs
Bheir siantannan na bliadhna sìos
’S nach tog a’ ghrian an àird.

Tha ’n talamh lèir mun cuairt dhìom
’Na mheallan suas ’s na neòil;
Aig na ’shells a’ bualadh –
Cha lèir dhomh bhuam le ceò:
Gun chlaisneachd aig mo chluasan
Le fuaim a’ ghunna mhòir;
Ach ged tha ’n uair seo cruaidh orm
Tha mo smuaintean air NicLeòid.

Mas e ’s gu bheil e ’n dàn dhomh
on bhlàr gun till mi beò
Is gu faic mi ’n t-àite
san deach ar n-àrach òg
Bidh sinne ’s crathadh làmh againn
is bilean blàth toirt phòg
’S mo ghealltanas bidh pàighte dhut
le fainne chur mud mheòir.

Oidhche mhath leat fhèin, a rùin
Nad leabaidh chùbhraidh bhlàth;
Cadal sàmhach air a chùl
’s do dhùsgadh sunndach slàn
Tha mise ’n seo san truinnsidh fhuair
’s nam chluasan fuaim a’ bhàis
Gun dùil ri faighinn às le buaidh –
Tha ’n cuan cho buan ri shnàmh.

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The White Swan
Donald MacDonald

Sad I consider my condition
With my heart engaged with sorrow
From the very time that I left
The high bens of the mist
The little glens of dalliance
Of the lochs, the bays and the forelands
And the white swan dwelling there
Whom I daily pursue.

Maggie, don’t be sad
Love, if I should die –
Who among men
Endures eternally?
We are all only on a journey
Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold
That the year’s elements will bring down
And that the sun cannot raise.

All the ground around me
Is like hail in the heavens;
With the shells exploding –
I am blinded by smoke:
My ears are deafened
By the roar of the cannon;
But though this time is hard on me,
My thoughts are on the girl MacLeod.

If it is fated to me
That from the battle I should return safe,
And see the place
Where we were nurtured young
We’ll shake hands
And warm lips shall kiss
And my promise be fulfilled to you
With a ring put round your finger.

Goodnight to you, love
In your warm, sweet-smelling bed;
May you have peaceful sleep and
May you waken healthy and in good spirits
I am here in the cold trench
With the clamour of death in my ears
With no hope of returning victorious –
The ocean is too wide to swim.

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"People like me existed, they always have and they always will — and many fought and died so that I could have an easier life. I owe it to them to remember and share their stories."

https://www.npca.org/articles/2736-the-unsung-heroines-of-stonewall

Happy "Stonewall was a riot" day to at all who celebrate ✊

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stonewall_riots

#stonewall #StonewallRiots #StonewallWasARiot #lgbt #lgbtqia #history #OTD

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Ye think thon wes the end?
Yon meetin in the wuids
When Thracian Orpheus heard the drum, the cries,
The whud o the bacchantes’ thrangan feet…

—“Orpheus”, by Tom Scott (1918–1995): born #OTD, 6 June
Published in A KIST O SKINKLAN THINGS

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https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/a-kist-o-skinlan-things/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #Scots #Scotslanguage

Tom Scott
Orpheus

Ye think thon wes the end?
Yon meetin in the wuids
When Thracian Orpheus heard the drum, the cries,
The whud o the bacchantes’ thrangan feet
And, seik in saul,
Mad to be jyned for aye to his Eurydikee,
Strung his harp
And gaed to meet them wi a sang.
Ye think thon wes the end?

Na. Eftir the thrang breeled on, red
Fingert, bluidie-mawed, the riven limbs
Quiveran aye amang the mairtyred gress,
There wes a lull
And throu it syne a roun
And syne as muckle’s a moan
And syne a voice,
Yon voice o his
That quietit the forest and its fowk,
That reconcilit lion and lamb,
Ordert the rain,
Spoke frae the grund
And threept in the greitan tree
‘Euridikee! Euridikee!’

And at the name
A ferlie thing wes duin.
Thir broken bits o bodie, bits o bane,
Brisket, gash, airm and droukit hair
Cam thegither as gin some will
Mair nor the merely real
Had wrocht on them.
And on yon slauchtert grund was formed
Orpheus anew,
Orpheus the singer, Orpheus the makar,
Orpheus cleansed o the auld despair.
And by the halie tree
In the leaman licht o the wuid,
Squired by a houlet, a hawk and a doo,
Wes his Euridikee.

They say he made a new sang,
A nobler nor the auld,
And sings it aye in the great haa o the warld.

They say it will nevir end.

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130d

47 years ago today
The B-52's is the debut album of the American band The B-52s, released on this day in 1979, includes the singles Planet Clair and Rock Lobster

#punk #punks #punkrock #newwave #theb52s #history #punkrockhistory #otd

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158d

Aonghas Dubh – Ceòl às na Briathran

The poet & writer Aonghas MacNeacail (1942–2022) was born #OTD, 7 June. This programme, originally aired on the BBC, is drawn from “Skerries, Trawlings, Tides” – a literary event celebrating Aonghas’s 80th birthday

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAb0LdDuaSk

#Scottish #literature #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #AonghasMacNeacail #poetry

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135d

😍 81 years young 💥
Happy Birthday to the georgeous, fantastic Angela Trimble aka Deborah Ann Harry, born on this day in 1945, Miami, Florida.

Photo by John Lamparski

#punkrock #womenofpunk #debbieharry #blondie #history #punkrockhistory #otd

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George MacDonald Fraser (1925–2008) – author, historian, journalist, screenwriter – was born #OTD, 2 April, 1925

“His dedication to strongly researched stories, built firmly on a bedrock of historical fact, but always with an eye to the humour of a situation, was the core of what appealed to me”

Historical novelist Michael Jecks discusses MacDonald Fraser’s writing for the Royal Literary Fund

@bookstodon

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https://www.rlf.org.uk/showcase/not-a-serious-writer/

#Scottish #literature #historicalfiction

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On this day in 1942, Anne Frank received her first diary for her 13th birthday. On the cover page, she wrote: 'I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support." When she went into hiding during the Holocaust, her diary was one of the first items she packed.

Journeys in Film offers free Holocaust Education resources based on award-winning films to support educators who are teaching "Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl".

Learn more:

https://journeysinfilm.org/film/holocaust-education-lessons/?utm_source=Mastodon&utm_medium=social+media&utm_campaign=OTD&utm_id=June+2026&utm_term=Anne+Frank&utm_content=comments+link

@histodons @bookstodon

#AnneFrankDay #AnneFrankTag #AnneFrank #DiaryOfAnneFrank #HolocaustEducation #Education #TeachingResources #Homeschooling #Bookstodon #OTD #Histodons #History

The last known photograph of Anne, taken at a passport photo shoot in May 1942.

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Christian Isobel Johnstone (1781–1857) was born #OTD, 12 June. She edited Tait’s Edinburgh Magazine, famous for its liberal stance & incisive literary reviews, & wrote some of the most remarkable Scottish novels of the Romantic era

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https://www.scottishwomenwritersontheweb.net/writers-a-to-z/christian-isobel-johnstone

#Scottish #literature #romanticism #18thcentury #19thcentury #womenwriters

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#OTD in 1752 Frances Burney was born. She "was a novelist, diarist and playwright. In all, she wrote four novels, eight plays, one biography and twenty-five volumes of journals and letters. She has gained critical respect in her own right, but she foreshadowed such novelists of manners with a satirical bent as Jane Austen and William Makepeace Thackeray."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Burney

Burney at PG:

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/2010

#books #literature

Painting of Frances Burney by her cousin Edward Francis Burney. She is shown from the waist up. She has light brown hair which is covered by a huge puffy tan hat. It has a big bow and ruffled lace on top. Her dress is white with a pink bow at her chest. A dark black shawl covers her shoulders and arms, and she wear dark gloves.

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James Clerk Maxwell (1831–1879) was born #OTD, 13 June. As a physicist, he ranks alongside Newton & Einstein (“He achieved greatness unequalled”—Max Planck)

He also wrote poetry: “Rigid Body Sings” is based on “Comin’ Through the Rye” by Robert Burns.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45774/in-memory-of-edward-wilson-who-repented-of-what-was-in-his-mind-to-write-after-section

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #19thcentury #Victorian #Scots #Scotslanguage #physics #science #sciencepoetry

In Memory of Edward Wilson, Who Repented of what was in his Mind to Write after Section
BY JAMES CLERK MAXWELL

Rigid Body (sings).

Gin a body meet a body
Flyin’ through the air,
Gin a body hit a body,
Will it fly? and where?
Ilka impact has its measure,
Ne’er a ane hae I,
Yet a’ the lads they measure me,
Or, at least, they try.

Gin a body meet a body
Altogether free,
How they travel afterwards
We do not always see.
Ilka problem has its method
By analytics high;
For me, I ken na ane o’ them,
But what the waur am I?

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James Hutton (1726–1797), father of modern geology, was born #OTD, 14 June (NS; 3 June OS). One of the first European proponents of “deep time”, the conclusion of his 1788 paper “Theory of the Earth” has been called one of the most lyrical sentences in all of science:

The result, therefore, of our present enquiry is, that we find no vestige of a beginning,—no prospect of an end.

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https://www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-artists/2808

#Scottish #literature #Enlightenment #18thcentury #DeepTime #science #geology

A portrait of James Hutton, painted by Sir Henry Raeburn. Oil on canvas, c. 1776. Hutton – a slim, middle-aged man, clean-shaven and with a receding hairline – sits in a plain wooden chair. His left leg is crossed over his right knee, and his hands are interlaced on his lap. He wears a brown eighteenth-century suit, with knee breeches. To his left is a table covered by a green cloth; on the table are piles of papers and a collection of rocks and fossils

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#art #history: i need to tell you about hazel scott, who was born #otd in 1920. not only could she play two steinways simultaneously, but check out her perfect eyeliner flick.
this trinidadian dynamo really should be on your radar. hazel was committed to civil rights & even had her own telly programme, 'the hazel scott show'. it was axed when she appeared before the house un-american activities committee because she'd been a vocal opponent of mccarthyism & of racial segregation.
#hazelScott

digital ink portrait of jazz & classical pianist & vocalist, hazel scott.
hazel smiles directly at the viewer, her hair pulled away from her face & secured by a black band with a large bow on the front. behind her is abstract lines that converge at an angle towards the top of the page. balanced atop the lines at the top left is her name (hazel) in black outlined, uppercase font.
colours are black, salmon, beige & white.

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#OTD in 1804, Nathaniel Hawthorne was born. He was an American novelist and short story writer. His works often focus on history, morality, and religion.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nathaniel_Hawthorne

Hawthorne at PG:

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/28

#books #literature

Oil painting of Nathaniel Hawthorne, painted by artist Charles Osgood. Hawthorne is young with dark curly hair. He is wearing a dark, heavy, velvety black coat or cloak wrapped over his shoulders. Around his neck is a large, meticulously tied satin black bow tie and a thick matching black cravat. A crisp white high-collared shirt peaks out from beneath the dark layers, creating a stark contrast against his black suit.

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Mollie Hunter (1922–2012) was born #OTD, 30 June. Although she produced work for all ages she is best remembered as a writer of fantasy & historical fiction for children & YAs. She received numerous awards including the New York Times Outstanding Books of the Year Award, the Boston Globe Horn Book Award & the Carnegie Medal.

@bookstodon

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https://discoverkelpies.co.uk/kelpies-author/mollie-hunter/

#Scottish #literature #ChildrensLiterature #kidlit #YA #fantasy #historicalfiction #folklore

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Cinquevalli in sepia
looks at me from an old postcard: bundle of enigmas.
Half faun, half military man…

—Edwin Morgan, “Cinquevalli”
published in COLLECTED POEMS (Carcanet, 1990)

Paul Cinquevalli (1859–1918) died #OTD, 14 July

https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781857541885/collected-poems/

#Scottish #literature #EdwinMorgan #poem #poetry #19thcentury #Victorian #Edwardian #circus #juggling #Cinquevalli

Paul Cinquevalli, by London Stereoscopic & Photographic Company, published by Rotary Photographic Co Ltd. Bromide postcard print, circa 1912. National Portrait Gallery.

A sepia photograph of Paul Cinquevalli (1859–1918). He has short, curly hair and a thick moustache, and is wearing an elaborate acrobat's leotard covered in tassels, braid, and frogging. He has a thick neck and stands half-facing us, his head turned to look directly at the camera. His left arm is cocked on his hip; his left elbow rests against a cannonball which sits on top of a stone plinth beside him.

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Cinquevalli
Edwin Morgan

Cinquevalli is falling, falling.
The shining trapeze kicks and flirts free,
solo performer at last.
The sawdust puffs up with a thump,
settles on a tangle of broken limbs.
St Petersburg screams and leans.
His pulse flickers with the gas-jets. He lives.

Cinquevalli has a therapy.
In his hospital bed, in his hospital chair
he holds a ball, lightly, lets it roll round his hand,
or grips it tight, gauging its weight and resistance,
begins to balance it, to feel its life attached to his
by will and knowledge, invisible strings
that only he can see. He throws it
from hand to hand, always different,
always the same, always
different, always the
same.
His muscles learn to think, his arms grow very strong.

Cinquevalli in sepia
looks at me from an old postcard: bundle of enigmas.
Half faun, half military man; almond eyes, curly hair,
conventional moustache; tights, and a tunic loaded
with embroideries, tassels, chains, fringes; hand on hip
with a large signet-ring winking at the camera
but a bull neck and shoulders and a cannon-ball
at his elbow as he stands by the posing pedestal;
half reluctant, half truculent,
half handsome, half absurd,
but let me see you forget him: not to be done.

Cinquevalli is a juggler.
In a thousand theatres, in every continent,
he is the best, the greatest. After eight years perfecting
he can balance one billiard ball on another billiard ball
on top of a cue on top of a third billiard ball
in a wine glass held in his mouth. To those
who say the balls are waxed, or flattened,
he patiently explains the trick will only work
because the spheres are absolutely true.
There is no deception in him. He is true.

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Cinquevalli is juggling with a bowler,
a walking-stick, a cigar, a coin.
Who foresees? How to please.
The last time round, the bowler
flies to his head, the stick sticks in his hand,
the cigar jumps into his mouth, the coin
lands on his foot—ah, but
is kicked into his eye
and held there as the miraculous monocle
without which the portrait would be incomplete.

Cinquevalli is practising.
He sits in his dressing-room talking to some friends,
at the same time writing a letter with one hand
and with the other juggling four balls.
His friends think of demons, but
‘You could do all this,’ he says,
sealing the letter with a billiard ball.

Cinquevalli is on the high wire in Odessa.
The roof cracks, he is falling, falling
into the audience, a woman breaks his fall,
he cracks her like a flea, but lives.

Cinquevalli broods in his armchair in Brixton Road.
He reads in the paper about the shells whining
at Passchendaele, imagines the mud and the dead.
He goes to the window and wonders through that dark evening
what is happening in Poland where he was born.
His neighbours call him a German spy.
‘Kestner, Paul Kestner, that’s his name!’
‘Keep Kestner out of the British music-hall!’
He frowns; it is cold; his fingers seem stiff and old.

Cinquevalli tosses a plate of soup
and twirls it on his forefinger; not a drop spills.
He laughs, and well may he laugh
who can do that. The astonished table
breathe again, laugh too, think the world
a spinning thing that spills, for a moment, no drop.

Cinquevalli’s coffin sways through Brixton
only a few months before the Armistice.
Like some trick they cannot get off the ground
it seems to burden the shuffling bearers, all their arms
cross-juggle that displaced person, that man
of balance, of strength, of delights and marvels,
in his unsteady box at last into the earth.

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#OTD in 1893 Guy de Maupassant died. He "was a 19th-century French author, celebrated as a master of the short story and associated with the naturalist literary school of thought, depicting human lives, destinies, and social forces in disillusioned and often pessimistic terms."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_de_Maupassant

Books by de Maupassant at PG:

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/306

#books #literature

The image shows Guy de Maupassant from the chest up. He has fair skin, short wavy brown hair, a large mustache, and a small soul patch below his lower lip. He looks to the right side of the frame and wears a dark patterned suit jacket, a white-collared shirt, and a wide dotted tie.

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Rǫgnvaldr Kali Kolsson (c. 1100–1158), Earl of Orkney, died #OTD, 20 August.

Rǫgnvaldr was a skilled poet (& after his death – slightly surprisingly – canonised as St Ronald of Orkney – f.d. 20 August). Ian Crockatt has translated many of his poems; this one is from CRIMSONING THE EAGLE’S CLAW: The Viking Poems of Rǫgnvaldr Kali Kolsson (Arc Publications, 2014)

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https://www.arcpublications.co.uk/books/rognvaldr-kali-kolsson-crimsoning-the-eagles-claw-the-viking-poems-of-rgnvaldr-kali-kolsson-earl-of-orkney-518

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Orkney #medieval #Viking #Norse

He laments his wife’s illness, seeks comfort in shaping words

Akr verðk opt fyr sjúkri
eyfitja þó sitja
– rjð es mér in mæra
menbrik – Njǫrun síka;
heiðis fylgjask hauðri
(hauk tínik svá) mínu,
(setrs leitandi sútar
slœgr á hverju dœgri).

I brood at her bedside
– I've brought lace, necklaces,
bone combs – who lies, limbs and
lips feverish – wishing
back our glad hours hawking
low-sled water-meadows.
I shape grave words – heart-deep,
honed, brief – to imprison grief.

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I can see da rüfs aa taekit, an da hens aroond da door;
Fok kerryin twartree paets hame, an rigs delled every voar.
Aa da lums ir reekin, an I hear da happy soonds
O peerie bairns skirlin, as dey play dem ower da toons…

—“Da Clearance”, by Rhoda Bulter (1929–94), born #OTD, 15 July

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Listen to Rhoda Bulter reading “Da Clearance” here:

https://www.shetlanddialect.org.uk/da-clearance

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Shetland #Shetlandic #Scots #Scotslanguage

Da Clearance
Rhoda Bulter

I can see da rüfs aa taekit, an da hens aroond da door;
Fok kerryin twartree paets hame, an rigs delled every voar.
Aa da lums ir reekin, an I hear da happy soonds
O peerie bairns skirlin, as dey play dem ower da toons.

I see eens sittin roond da fire, an twartree mair oot by;
Sookin infants at da breest, an weemen gjaan ta cry.
Da tochtfil, tried faces o dem at’s lived ower lang;
Fractious bairns feytin sleep, an sensin somethin wrang.

I hear a lood, lood knockin, an da crump o monny feet;
Men's voices raised in anger, an da bairns start to greet.
I see da fok aa girded oot afore da laandloard’s men;
An aa da bits a things dey hed, fired ower da briggy-stane.

I see da bare waas staandin, an aa da laand lie green;
Lang syne da fire wis slokkit, an monny a year is geen.
Noo dey aa hae equal portions o aert ta tak dir sleep.
Tell me, wis it wirt it aa for twartree extry sheep?

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“Annie S. Swan both requires revaluation through her own biography & calls into question easy valorisations of ‘danger’ as expressed in terms of explicit challenge & radicalism. The extent of her appeal & influence demands a more nuanced analysis of the politics of emotion & the gendering of reader response”

—Prof Glenda Norquay on Annie S. Swan (1859–1943) – born #OTD, 8 July

@litstudies

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https://dangerouswomenproject.org/2016/09/08/annie-shepherd-swan/

#Scottish #literature #19thcentury #20thcentury #romance #womenwriters

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“I was born in 1962. There’s been an environmental crisis for as long as I’ve lived. To step outside that constant culpability was one of the many delights of RING OF BRIGHT WATER”

—Kathleen Jamie in the London Review of Books on Gavin Maxwell (1914–1969) – born #OTD, 15 July

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https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v33/n14/kathleen-jamie/diary

#Scottish #literature #20thcentury #GavinMaxwell #naturewriting #otter #RingofBrightWater

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#OTD in 1811, William Makepeace Thackeray is born. He "was an English novelist and illustrator. He is known for his satirical works, particularly his 1847–1848 novel Vanity Fair, a panoramic portrait of British society, and the 1844 novel The Luck of Barry Lyndon, which was adapted for a 1975 film by Stanley Kubrick."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Makepeace_Thackeray

Thackeray at PG:

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/313

#books #literature

This 1855 daguerreotype by Jesse Harrison Whitehurst shows William Makepeace Thackeray from the chest up, looking directly at the camera. He has light, wavy hair parted to the side and noticeable sideburns. He wears round, thin-rimmed glasses, a dark jacket or overcoat over a dark vest, a white-collared shirt, and a dark cravat or bow tie. His expression is serious.

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“I mean, your society’s broken, so who should we blame? Should we blame the rich, powerful people who caused it? No let’s blame the people with no power & no money & these immigrants who don’t even have the vote, yeah it must be their fucking fault.”

—Iain Banks died #OTD, 9 June, 2013

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/jun/15/iain-banks-the-final-interview

#Scottish #literature #IainBanks #IainMBanks

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Belle Stewart (1906–1997) – singer, storyteller, tradition-bearer – was born #OTD, 18 July, in a bow tent on the banks of the Tay at Caputh, near Blairgowrie. She ranks alongside Jeannie Robertson in the roll of the finest Scots ballad-singers.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0sMwlevTMU

#Scottish #literature #travellers #folklore #folksong

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