O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
I rave, I rant, occasionally I write.
Check this out; it’s brilliant! And not just because I write for it 🙂
A bunch of friends and I launched a new website. It’s all about writing from the frontlines of adulthood – and everyone is welcome to contribute, whether it’s on Life, Culture or Politics.
CLICK HERE TO VIEW ABSTRACT MAGAZINE.
Have fun! If you would like to contribute, do get in touch.
“Now, when they ask you what you like to read, don’t mention Kipling.” Dad’s words of wisdom when I was preparing for university interviews; probably not best, he agreed, to profess admiration for he who wrote of The White Man’s Burden and Gunga Din. I love Kipling, but I’ll be the first to admit he’s politically incorrect and hasn’t exactly aged well.
Still, it must have pained Dad to have to acknowledge that Kipling has his problems, and his detractors. Not for nothing did he have a shelf filled with the man’s work:
Continue reading “Sorting through my father’s hoard: Rudyard Kipling”
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! 