Wonder Pigeon
'Shelbourne FC Supporter'
Remember that time Jan Moir was right about anything?
Me neither.
Me neither.
Alastair hates it.....Daily Mail hates it......going to have to read it immediately.
Also, isn't it supposed to be partly a comedy? It sounds like the black humor has been completely lost on Moir....no surprise.
I think Rowling is a classic case of the British tearing down the successful tbh, as soon as she started to get really really big all these people started appearing who thought she was a terrible writer and that the books were average. This seems to have happened more now that those books are finished. This doesn't really have anything to do with this current book I just think it's an interesting thing that our culture does.
I'm no Harry Potter fan, but how on Earth is that a Tolkien rip-off? Technically, the entire fantasy genre is a Tolkien rip-off. But then, Tolkien is pretty much a mythology rip-off.
What I'm saying is, that's stupid.
On the one hand, Rowling's not really a Tolkien rip-off, but on the other hand, Rowling's not really a particularly good writer, either.
I dunno. I read LOTR and The Hobbitt when I was a wee lad. There are far too many similarities to discount the rip-off theory. Dumbledore/Gandalf; Potter/Frodo; Voldemort/Sauron and so on.
Now, I confess, I haven't read all of the Potter books, only those my nephew lent me. I though the writing was very poor and compared to Tolkien, barely literate. Now this is only my own opinion and I'm obviously biased towards Tolkien, but I found little originality in the Potter stuff I read. But, if it encourages kids to read books, then I suppose it's not a bad thing.
Oh come now, kindly old mentor/youthful protagonist/massive evil was hardly groundbreaking even in Tolkien's day.
I didn't mean to say Rowling was a particularly original writer. Her books were formulaic in the extreme, and the formula repeated itself every book. Just that there's really not any direct link between her and Tolkien.
So she says, but then she would, wouldn't she? But, going off-topic a minute, did you ever read that story about the IMDb poster that moaned about Peter Jackson ripping off Rowling. Almost peed myself laughing when I read that.
Why does the Mail feel this is news?.This is what Girls in some schools are wearing , and only 19 complaints.
The Daily Mail only support sexualisation of young girls when it's to sell the daily mail.
Oh come now, kindly old mentor/youthful protagonist/massive evil was hardly groundbreaking even in Tolkien's day.
I didn't mean to say Rowling was a particularly original writer. Her books were formulaic in the extreme, and the formula repeated itself every book. Just that there's really not any direct link between her and Tolkien.
Even from the first week, it was a nightmare. On the very first night my rescued pony arrived, sight unseen, he developed asthma.
When I learned a local councillor had donned a black wig and bought a tin of Illy coffee to impersonate me on a float for the annual carnival, I put my house on the market.
Priceless stuff from long-suffering Liz Jones; surprisingly, her column isn't about Liz's experiences in Auschwitz, but the hell-on-earth that is 'living in the country':
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/a...e-Now-flees-city-bids-ferocious-farewell.html
Then I discovered everything in the countryside is more expensive: you have to drive miles to even find a shop. Dinner for two is still about £70 and if you tell the waiter you are vegetarian, you are stared at, incredulously, as if you are black.
Priceless stuff from long-suffering Liz Jones; surprisingly, her column isn't about Liz's experiences in Auschwitz, but the hell-on-earth that is 'living in the country':
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/a...e-Now-flees-city-bids-ferocious-farewell.html
I will float around like Laura Bailey in my Cath Kidston prints, baskets of sweet peas in my arms. I’ll have huge log fires and hack for miles across the open moorland in my Prada jodhpurs.
I had Phil Spencer – of TV’s Location, Location, Location – breathing down my neck. I’d employed, in a rush of insanity, his property search firm to find my farm for me. (blah, blah,blah condensed for humanitarian reasons)
Incidentally, the house was cold and had been left by the delighted vendors with a broken Aga, no light fittings and was absolutely filthy; they had even dug up and taken plants from the garden. But Phil Spencer wanted his £46,000 – and he wanted it now!
But the problem was that everyone assumed I had money and decided they wanted to take it from me as swiftly as possible.