"A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction. "
The so-called “Russian series” is the odd one out this week, as all the other Foxes indulge their animal passions with a range of furred and feathered titles.
On Monday, Jackie smiles at Pangur Ban, the Irish cat poem that is centuries old.
On Tuesday, Kirsty casts an eye over the Fidel Castro Reader.
On Wednesday, Hilary enjoys some of the towering figures of English poetry having an off day – and many other poets who never had an on day – in D B Wyndham Lewis’s anthology The Stuffed Owl.
On Thursday, Anne enjoys the minimalist wit and pathos of Chris Killen’s The Bird Room.
On Friday, Sam is no longer hungry after reading Jonathan Safran Foer’s Eating Animals.
And on Saturday, Eve will be back with another YA classic. Probably involving animals.
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It has been said that a monkey, randomly typing away on a typewriter (in the days when typewriters replaced the pen or plume as the preferred instrument of writing) could re-create Shakespeare-- but only if it lived long enough (this is known as the infinite monkey theorem).