On Tuesday, I was invited to an event run by The Open University’s Reading Communities team in association with The Scottish Book Trust’s Book Week Scotland and the Being Human festival of the Humanities. It was called Edinburgh: A City of Readers. As well as my story Valhalla, I was asked to read an extract from an 1830 letter written by the actress, writer, and abolitionist campaigner Fanny Kemble in which she talks of breakfasting with Walter Scott and a small party of other Scottish luminaries of the time.
Apparently, she found it
strange that so varied and noble an intellect should be expressed in the features of a shrewd, kindly, but not otherwise striking countenance.
Things that come in threes are (1) inherently funnier, (2) more satisfying, or (3) more effective than other numbers of things.
Friendoftheblogron and I both poured scorn on this idea, but it turns out there might be something in it. Both on a micro (andamacro) level. So let’s clear the last of the asthma trilogy off the decks before we start the countdown to Strokiversary.