What if we were all chickens?
Crane fly season appears to be coming to an end in south east England. Is there any animal I would less rather come back as than a Daddy Longlegs? I don’t think so. You can’t even breathe on the things without them losing two or three legs.
I can’t think of any fiction incorporating them as a key character, but there are some great tales of anthropomorphism out there.
In at numero cinco, Pootle’s aforementioned Life of Pi, with talking tigers and other zoo-bound fauna.
Quatro, the afore-interviewed Jeffrey Ford’s ridiculously enjoyable Cosmology of the Wider World.
Y tres, Orwell’s Animal Farm
Dos, Richard Adams’ opus Watership Down—she shakes and she moves I ain’t see nothing finer (even though it has to answer to the Animals of Farthing Wood) except
Senor Kipling’s post-Aesop piece de resistance—El Libro de la Selva
Good news alerts—Apex Digest has been saved. My story Kissing Cousins will be in the new issue. Pootle’s just been declared one of McSweeney’s 13 Writing Prompts winners for her very funny untitled story about a man and his Loving Heart and my story about a Brighton-based woman and dragon trying for a baby will be in the forthcoming charity anthology SALT, being produced by Naked Snake Press for the Surfrider Foundation. Go us!
posted by Wastrel Rodent @ 12:56 PM
2 Comments:
Good news! Well done both. I just read your story, Aliya. Me like ;-)
Oh, and glad to hear Elsa's recovering from her jab. My eldest is 15 now (the others 13 and 8)and I'm just one big bucket of guilt, all slopping over the sides.
Thanks Sam - it's terrible, the guilt, isn't it? It arrived during pregnancy and now refuses to leave. Rather like an elderly relative who can feign deafness.
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