Monday January 2nd 2017Tim
fifteen of Vestry of Monnow begins to feel like a
Chapter Seventeen of The Letlander, which ended up
enduring a voluntary potlatch, it was tossed into the
fire while the Angels sang. That was the glorious June
of 2015, so when searching for something to blame for
the predicament of Vestry of Monnow's chapter fifteen,
at least I can find a responsible party in the January
weather and in the imminence of the End Times now that
the complexity of policy can be stuffed into a tweet
which may or may not include commas.
Age option would be to dismiss the nuances and flavors, the
subtleties and the genuine pulp of chapter fifteen and just
say something like "A bunch of stuff happened and they had
lunch." Then I could quickly move on to chapter sixteen
which is all about our hero's exciting attempt to impress
King Offa and his fellow inmates in Dayroom Two by
volunteering to deal with a Mole issue in the king's dyke.
Sadly we writers of pulp are made of sterner stuff than
that, which means that for us struggling to comprehend is a
virtue rather than a vice.