April 28th, 2014


Not Just A River In Egypt

It's 1949. Enid is in Africa, visiting relations. She meets a young man called John who is a friend of her brother's. Enid is 61, John is 37.

There's an immediate connection. John makes sheep's eyes, Enid makes sheep's eyes back. She hints in her diary at a karmic connection,

Even through the medium of Enid's besotted prose John comes across as a creep. People warn her against him, they say he's a schizophrenic, that he has a "bit of a kink". To make matters worse he's in the middle of divorcing his wife. Then he snatches his kids from his wife's care and asks Enid and the people she's staying with to look after them for him

He tells Enid that his wife is a lesbian and has been sexually abusing the three little girls. Enid believes him.  He goes on to say that his wife denied him "normal" sexual relations and the children were only conceived after he'd "forced" himself on her. A few lines further on Enid refers to the wife as a "sexual maniac".

Hang on a minute.

But now John is asking Enid if she has ever been in love. She says "Three times" and tells him about the men in her life.  The men in her life?  Yes, the men. Only the men. No mention of Smithie. No mention of Nina. No mention of Doro. Apparently they don't count. Or- at this moment- matter at all. And slowly it dawns on me that Enid- for all that she spends her life obsessing about women, for all that she sleeps with women- thinks of herself as totally straight.

Burn Your Diaries, Kids

I begin to understand why executors burn diaries. Enid's diaries are shocking. My image of her as a wise and dignified elder is being replaced by one of her as a complete and utter twerp. Mind you, I love this "new" Enid much more than I did the old.

Earth Mysteries

There are lots of little paths running all over the fields; not deep or wide- not cutting down to the bare earth- but rather like the grooves left by a bicycle wheel.  I wonder what made them. Was it the sheep when there were sheep (there haven't been any for nearly two years) or are they rabbit runs?

Also there are several circular formations. They stood out very clearly a month or two back when the vegetation inside them was quite different from the vegetation outside, but now- with the grass growing at the rate of about an inch a day (I exaggerate)- they're very much harder to see. The biggest of them must be about ten to fifteen feet across and has, I noticed today, one of those bicycle-track paths running round it.  Are they natural formations, fairy rings, perhaps, or is there archaeology underneath?