Yes, Grrr! It really has been one of those weeks. I won’t take you through the whole tale of woe, but don’t think you’re getting away without the edited highlights. Namely, the estimate for a new bed that turned out not even to be a good guess, the dripping radiator and then the seven hour wait for the gas man who was to mend it and who was supposed to cometh sometime between twelve and six only to eventually turn up at five past seven.
However, the most challenging bit of Grrr! this week came in the shape of a cloze procedure test that was the length of an entire book. Do you remember cloze procedure from your days at school? The most common form was a passage where every tenth word was deleted and you had to work out what that word was from the context.
So, for example, lifting a passage from one of my own recent posts, you might get something like this.
For no really good reason (i.e. I know nothing — his work and therefore don’t really have a right — have an opinion) I have always consigned Shute’s work — the internal shelf marked ‘romantic novels, not for me’. —, when this turned up on the group list I — say I was particularly looking forward to reading it. — wrong can you be? It is, as one member — the group said, quite simply a good old fashioned —. Shute doesn’t try to do anything clever with his —; he simply sets out to tell a first-class — about characters with whom the reader will be able —empathise. I have spent the weekend laughing and crying — way first around the Malay peninsula during the Japanese —, then followed by the Australian outback in the years — after the Second World War and I can honestly — that I haven’t enjoyed a book so much for — long time.
I used to set this sort of exercise a lot when I was teaching just as long as the children were able to work in pairs and therefore had to be prepared to justify their decisions to someone else. It’s fighting your corner that makes you think about the finer points of your choices. But, over the last couple of days I have radically altered my view after being sent a download of a book where every instance of ff or fi or fl was missing. Believe me, after working your way through three hundred plus pages of
she had clenched her sts so tightly her nails were digging into them. ‘Stupid.’ She had thought the sweats senseless, but to submit to the dark rather than taste even the rst tide of suering was worse
cloze passages don’t seem like quite such a good idea after all.
I know it’s a privilege to be able to use NetGalley to read books before they have been officially released but some publishers do make life very difficult for you to write the review that is the condition of that privilege. By the time I got to the end of this particular book I knew that I had forgotten various aspects from the beginning of the story simply because I had had to concentrate on the individual words rather than the overall tale the author was constructing. It’s also very unfair to the writer because my reaction to their work is inevitably gong to be coloured by the difficulties I had reading it.
So, all in all a Grrr! week. I just hope you all had a better one.
PS, Jolyon Bear (he who looks after the money) let me buy the new bed, but he wasn’t happy. He had a Grrr! week too.