Friday 8 December 2017

On The Trail Of More Hauntings And Drowned Villages Written By The Learned

Well, I have just received a book of folk tales which to be fair is interesting enough. It even has details of another ‘drowned’ Cumbrian village. 

There is however a gripe. We all like our books to entertain, engage and educate, but do we really need the author’s ego to come to the fore to justify this?

A guy with an MBE wrote the book, and included this little piece of ‘credibility’ to assure readers that he knows what he’s talking about.  It’s a bit like when a surgeon takes a legal case, or the barrister walks into the operating theatre in a wig and dismisses the surgeon.  As learned folk, we can cross boundaries at any time.

Master of one trade isn’t master of all – that is reserved for the Jack!  A thoroughly competent operator in most domains, but considered a master in none.  So why would the King choose to play the Jack?   Maybe as a King so to speak, he is also a more credible Jack amongst his subjects, despite lacking any true aptitude in his chosen alternative field.

We are all members of the Universe, players in the theatre of life and members of our respective countries and empires.  Our ‘status’ is confirmed by our nationality and the exploits of our forebears.  We don't need a dignitary or Head of State to give us permission to be a fully paid up member.

It seems somewhat sad that it is crucial for today’s authors to emphasize their academic status as a means to justify their foray into other realms.  A vulgar display of narcissism to obscure a naïve or honest viewpoint that actually resonates with a book’s true readership really isn’t necessary. 

The link to the book in question is below - enjoy :)

Saturday 2 December 2017

Black Magickal Rites And Hauntings Amongst The Mountains

There is a book set in America which claims to be true and which is about a band who turned to the dark side in order to be successful and odd things happened to them. There are a lot of dark and light magick covens doing the rounds in the English Lake District, which is inundated with hikers, walkers and tourists. But in little dark dells after the tourists have gone home, many strange things  happen when the erstwhile visitors slumber in townie beds surrounded by earlier noughties Ikea flat pack and other trinkets from twee online stores and shops advertised in expectant magazines bristling on supermarket shelves.