Anne Denoon
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Crone, malcontent, lapsed (but still twitching) novelist. Posts about art 'n' lit. Me: https://www.writersunion.ca/member/anne-denoon My book: Back Flip, a novel about art & the 1960s: https://t.co/m7fQSOo6At or (with reviews) https://tinyurl.com/4dzwzpdp
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Lovely!
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Aazhaawe.

#LakeSimcoe #GeorginaIsland #Photography
The Aazhaawe ferry, which crosses from Georgina Island to the south shore of Lake Simcoe in Georgina Ontario
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The "land yacht" scenes!!!
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Léonard Tsuguharu Foujita (1886-1968)
etching, from "A Book of Cats," 1929/30
Sold at Bonhams, 2018
#Caturday 🎨
Black and white etching of a sleeping cat by Foujita, 1929.
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The view from Villa Fontana, Agliano Terme, Piedmont, #Italy
📷by me, 2019
#AlphabetChallenge #WeekOforOpulence
Colour photo, from a high vantage point, of rolling hills, vineyards and farms with a blue sky and billowy clouds above it. On the left is an ivy-covered wall from which two small wrought-iron balconies protrude, and a stone urn on a pedestal with a circular shrub growing in it.
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Looks glorious! The only time I was in SF in summer it was ❄️freezing❄️ & I'm from Canada.
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Equal time for monocles!
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...Weatherby George Dupree!
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Don't know the French equivalent of FAFO, but he did it with that appeal & increased sentence.
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Huzzah for the cool & tailored early '60s!
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Spoon rests? (See LWH ca's comment.)
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For #ThingThursday: a souvenir ashtray from Mirabelle Restaurant (1936-2007), London.

Note to kids: people once smoked in restaurants (even fancy ones) so these ashtrays were on every table, ready to be surreptitiously pocketed; affluent clients felt enjoyably naughty & the resto got advertising.
Small (about 4 x 5 inches) white-ceramic ashtray, shaped like a fish, with the legend "Mirabelle Restaurant Mayfair London" in green, blue, brown and red cursive script. The restaurant operated from 1936 to 2007.
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Toque. (I'm from T'ronna.)
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Bras d’Or
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What’s the word where you’re from that, when pronounced exactly as it looks, identifies a tourist immediately?
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And we'll do it live!
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Who's the gal in the hat, though?
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Ouch. Raw smarts really sting.
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I'm not going to be drawn out on that subject; sorry.
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Oh, yes. In quite a few passages in HSH (which I just reread) one can feel Powell speaking through his characters. Eg Emily Brightman (also re biography): "Saying you prefer to disregard art, taste, good sense, does not mean that those elements do not exist - it merely means you lack them yourself."
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And speaking of truth in biography (as I was), here's X Trapnel expounding on the subject in Hearing Secret Harmonies, the final volume of A Dance to the Music of Time:

#AnthonyPowell #XTrapnel #DTMT 📚
Irritated by what he judged the 'impacted cliches' of some
review, Trapnel had once spoken his own opinions on the
art of biography.
'People think because a novel's invented, it isn't true.
Exactly the reverse is the case. Because a novel's invented,
it is true. Biography and memoirs can never be wholly
true, since they can't include every conceivable circumstance
of what happened. The novel can do that. The novelist
himself lays it down. His decision is binding. The bio-
grapher, even at his highest and best, can be only tentative,
empirical. The autobiographer, for his part, is imprisoned
in his own egotism. He must always be suspect. In contrast
with the other two, the novelist is a god, creating his man,
making him breathe and walk. The man, created in his
own image, provides information about the god. In a sense
you know more about Balzac and Dickens from their
novels, than Rousseau and Casanova from their 
Confessions."