Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Freddie Mercury illustrated by Elena Dolgova :: via behance.net
The Power of Freddie cannot be denied.
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Freddie Mercury illustrated by Elena Dolgova :: via behance.net
The Power of Freddie cannot be denied.
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy
Click on the photo for a whole batch of really terrific set and costume photography.
Somewhere, at this very moment in time, this actual multi-chapter, 10,000-word fanfic is being written.
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emotionallychargedtowel replied to your quote: There is a letter George wrote to Ann Smiley
B. and I finally went to see Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy yesterday and it has left me really wanting to read some Le Carre.
Do it! You won’t regret it. I’ve gotten through Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy and The Honourable Schoolboy, and am saving the third Karla book (Smiley’s People) as a reward for when I finish my latest review books.
I think I must have been writing them off all these years as “eh, Cold War spy novels; whatever”, which was a mistake; they’re so good, so marvelously written.
There is a letter George wrote to Ann Smiley—he says—in the heat of the crisis, presumably in one of the long waiting periods in the isolation ward. Guillam leans heavily on it for his theory. Ann showed it to him when he called on her in Wiltshire, in the hope of bringing about a reconciliation, and though the mission failed, she produced it from her handbag in the course of their talk. Guillam memorised a part, he claims, and wrote it down as soon as he got back to the car. Certainly the style flies a lot higher than anything Guillam would aspire to for himself:
I honestly do wonder, without wishing to be morbid, how I reached this present pass. So far as I can ever remember of my youth, I chose the secret road because it seemed to lead straightest and furthest toward my country’s goal. The enemy in those days was someone we could point at and read about in the papers. Today, all I know is that I have learned to interpret the whole of life in terms of conspiracy. That is the sword I have lived by, and as I look round me now I see it is the sword I shall die by as well. These people terrify me, but I am one of them. If they stab me in the back, then at least that is the judgement of my peers.
As Guillam points out, the letter was essentially from Smiley’s blue period.
John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy
Probably one of the most emotionally devastating spy novels you’ll ever read, by which I mean I recommend it wholeheartedly.
Meghan Daum, “Haterade”, in The Believer
This is easily one of the top pieces I’ve read on the toxicity of comments sections and the shouty-shouty nature of internet discourse in the modern era. “Joining the conversation” is bullshit; it’s only worth it in fora where the commentariat is thoroughly self-policing and well-organized (usually in well-moderated blogs or boards that have been around since before 2001). Anyone considering a comments section, whether a private blogger or a national newspaper, should ask themselves whether having “a conversation” for their readers is worth the energy and resources it will take to provide a bunch of assholes with a free, unaccountable platform to say whatever they like, up to and including threats of physical harm.