Thursday, 4 October 2012


 The imperative mood of the verb "to rejoice" is sometimes used as a greeting by Poul Anderson's characters:

" 'Rejoice, my lord,' Reid greeted.
" 'Rejoice.' The prince lifted a muscle-corded arm." (The Dancer From Atlantis (London, 1977), p. 69)

(The "prince" is Theseus about whom Reid had read as a boy.)

"Rejoice" in the title of this post is intended as a greeting to readers of this blog whose numbers have recently increased. You are invited to identify yourselves by commenting on posts. There must be disagreement with some of the views expressed here. I do not agree with all of Anderson's views but there will be other fans who do.

Fortunately, many aspects of his works can be appreciated without having to touch on the issues that are unavoidably controversial. 

One reader has submitted a few short articles or notes which have been published here and this could be extended to other readers. I would appreciate any feedback.


Sean M. Brooks said...

Rejoice, Paul!

And I hope other readers do deposit notes in the comment box or propose their own essays to be "published" here.

For most of your recent notes I find myself actually just nodding in agreement. But I will get busy soon about revising an older originally sent to your original blog. I think what is holding me up (aside from laziness) is finding a unifying leit motif for that essay.


Paul Shackley said...

Bring it on!

Sean M. Brooks said...

Rejoice, Paul!

Thanks! I finally did some work in revising my old note. I hope to have it done this weekend.