Well, hi there! I realise my blog’s been rather neglected recently. This is because I’ve been kind of busy writing my e-book “Lighter Shades of Grey: a (very) Critical Reader’s Guide to ‘Fifty Shades of Grey'”, which – after three weeks during which I did almost nothing other than type, read, mutter and wonder if I would ever manage to get dressed or go out in the daylight again – is due out very, very shortly.
Oh, I like saying that; I like it a lot. And I need to say thank you again to everyone who visited my original blog post and helped make the book deal happen. (If that’s what you were looking for, by the way, you just need to scroll down a bit – it’s the post just below this one.)
I think what I’m saying is, soon I’ll be bouncing up and down and boring everyone senseless on the subject of “Lighter Shades of Grey”. But in the meantime, here’s a lovely Great Moment for you, spotted by my brother and sister-in-law on Falmouth High Street.
There are so many things I love about this, it’s hard to know where to start. Do I begin with the possible protesting-too-muchness of the “hand-drawn” portraits? But if I focus on that, I won’t be talking about ThE StrangE CapitalisatioN DecisioN in the artist’s FirsT NamE.
I’m also very taken with the brilliant notion of “aesthetic preservation”. That pleases me. If I’m going to “preserve” my pet, it’s clearly important that I do so in an aesthetic manner.
But I think the part I like most is the terrifying implications of the “precious memory” of your pet. This makes me think of those alarming post-mortem photographs that turn up sometimes on eBay. Look at the pictures included in the flier. They look alive and playful and happy. But then, the dead people in the dead-people photos often look pretty much okay too.
Thing is, in most shops this flier would be strange, disturbing and out of place. But once I show you the photo of the shop this flier was spotted in, it might all begin to make sense.