Why is this a blogue?

  • Why is this a blogue, not a blog? It’s just an old-fashioned touch that harkens back to less-hurried (and harried) times, when a letter took a while to get delivered, and a reply took a while longer. When books were savored for their precious rarity. When news came in slowly for the most part and could be thoughtfully considered. A rapid-fire flow of constant info-junk tends to make me twitchy. When you visit my blogue, I invite you to take a nice deep breath, absorb things a little at a time, wander in a serendipitous fashion, and generally remember that even in the ultra-speedy world of the Internet, you control the pace of your life.

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September 07, 2007

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Beth Owls Daughter

This is sad news, but what a beautiful gift your website for her is!

Thank you for sharing your tribute to this amazing, inspiring woman.

Cate (KerrdeLune

I am going to miss her - Madeleine was a joy and a treasure.

Livia

She will be missed. As I wrote on my blog she was the first author to really open my mind to all that books can be.

Lunaea

Julie just pointed me toward a wonderful tribute on Salon.com -- here is a quote and the link for the article: "Remember the cherubim from 'A Wind in the Door'? How he insisted on being called a cherubim (instead of a cherub) because he was 'nearly plural'? Remember all his many eyes and wings? That was L'Engle -- all eyes and wings, constantly moving. Different things to different people, at different stages of understanding. A million surfaces, all of them true."
http://www.salon.com/books/feature/2007/09/10/lengle/

Lesley Arrowsmith

I just found your blog when I was looking for pictures of the Church of the Chora in Istanbul, because I'd just read about it in The Irrational Season, which I was reading because I'd been given it just before Madeleine l'Engle died.
Nothing happens by chance....

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    When the planet turns its face toward the dark, our nocturnal nature draws us out into the realm of Moon. This is a dominion of dreams that we explore with our senses fully awake. The subconscious spills into consciousness, allowing us to see what is not revealed by sight alone. Strange sounds come to our ears, intoxicating perfumes reach our noses, things appear that only emerge in darkness. We creep softly, following our moonshadows over the colorless world.
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