Swarf = the unwanted remnants of turnings left inside an instrument’s bore after drilling tone or embouchure holes.
–James
P.S. Swarf gets discussed from time to time on the woodenflute mailing list. If memory serves, one person actually wrote a tune called “The Swarf in the Blow-Hole.”
I’m quite certain you are incorrect. We had an extended discussion about this in another thread, and it was determined that the correct term is “smarf.”
It’s that place where my Grandma went when she visited California, years ago. Her brother-in-law, who lived out there, ordered her a shrimp cocktail, which to this day she refers to as “that stuff that looked like brains.” She never went back to Fisherman Swarf.
Some of Naipaul’s other books I have found to be very difficult and somewhat bitter in tone although worth the struggle. This one is not like that at all. It is a truly delightful story that can be read for pure pleasure.
DEFINITELY some Flannery O’Connor. Any collection of her short stories is bound to please, especially if you’re familiar with southern America. Anyone can appreciate (and fall in love) with them, though.
And, to move in a different direction, I suggest that you steer clear of any of Thomas Hardy’s prose (his poetry is bearable). This is especially true of Jude the Obscure.
Taking the Quantum Leap, by Fred A. Wolf.
Quiffs, pops, and waves which are particles somehow put all our macro nonsense in a different, refreshing perspective.
Hey, that was another choice I had in mind. I had heard it recommended somewhere and then I found it in the Romance section of the bookstore—not a section I would normally be found in. I thought “No way am I going to read something from the Romance section.” But I got the first one and I couldn’t rest until I’d read them all. Mercy! The story really is good, the writing not bad at all, you do learn something about Scottish history, and I can’t imagine any woman not falling in love with Jamie.
The whole series made me ill. I had to skip a whole chunk of the first one and part of the second. All the horror and unpleasantness . . . now I’m afraid to read any more for fear they’ll burn to death in that cabin in North Carolina. If I don’t read any more, they’ll never die.
However, if you like that one, you’ll probably LOVE Lynn Kurland’s series. It’s lighter, but it’s historical-ish time-travel as well. Handsome Scottish lairds, kilts, castles, ghosts, horses, treacherous Fergusons, and a plethora of other charms. Happy endings, too. Not to be missed. Not truly necessary to read in order.
Along those same lines – decent writing, interesting plots, humor – is the Highlander series by Karen Marie Moning. This series is noteworthy for being incredibly . . . uhh . . . luscious. Very luscious. A real treat, ladies, if I do say so myself. Kilts, Druids, and Fun. Capital F fun. Should read in order.
Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunter series is worthwhile. Like Buffy the Vampire Slayer on steroids. One of them wears a kilt. One of them has a pet winged dragon-like creature which resides on his skin as a tattoo, when it isn’t causing endless trouble looking like a human female in red spandex and using his credit card to buy cute shoes and diamonds on QVC. Read them in order, as the plot builds. Never an unhappy ending there, either.
I truly enjoy Linsay Sands’ vampire series. Very light and funny–none of the typical gruesome vampire bit. These vampires are genetically so, very much alive, not dead, requiring fresh infusions of blood, for which purpose they now operate a chain of blood banks. No neck biting unless absolutely necessary, and then it’s never more than a nibble. They have issues, however, finding suitable mates among the non-vampire population. Single White Vampire is the title of one of them. Recommended. Not necessary to read in order, but it helps.
Gentlemen, if you’re still reading, have you noticed the emphasis on kilts? This is significant. Take note: A striking percentage of contemporary females have a thing, shall we say, about kilts. You wouldn’t think it, but the application of a kilt turns the male form into a thing delightful to behold. Viewing it has much the same effect on the female brain as does chocolate. It stimulates the pleasure centers, sending little arrows of delight just everywhere. Mmmmm . . .
I recently re-read ‘A Million Little Pieces’ by James Frey.
Truely awesone account of human willpower.
Very raw and very moving.
(waiting for delivery of his second book ‘My Friend Leonard’)
When I’m depressed The House at Pooh Corner always cheers me up…
but that’s just me
Thanks for all the great suggestions thus far! I’ve read The Dark is Rising books, The Golden Bough, the Outlander books, part of DaVinci Code (had to give the borrowed copy back before I had a chance to get very far), and I too like to peruse the dictionary, but all the rest are new to me. I sense a trip to the library is around the corner. Yay, rejuvenated brain cells!!