A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
I’m looking forward to doing some kicking of English leaves later today on the South Downs. I’m enjoying the start of the British university term as students all over the country, and on the campus where I’m working, knuckle down and start to learn. My own children are doing this too: it feels very odd regarding this kind of education through the eyes of a parent as well as a practitioner. But thankfully they are not studying anything I am remotely qualified to teach. My work there is confined to feeding my cubs as they crash around in the library learning to behave like proper Bookfoxes.
Monday 12 October: Simon puts a cautious foot into the world of modern literature, reading, for a change, a novel whose author is actually alive, Emma Healey’s Elizabeth is Missing
Wednesday 14 October: Kate reads Ursula Buchan’s history of Second World War gardening, A Green and Pleasant Land
Friday 16 October: Cath reads Kathy Flann’s short story collection, Get a Grip.
The Victorian engraving of a fox doing some serious writing is by the taxidermist Hermann Ploucquet. See a fascinating and gruesome article on his ‘art’ at this link. Not for those who feel queasy looking at stuffed animals.