I'd never heard of Tania until I was on twitter looking for people to follow in the vague hope they'd follow me back. I stumbled across her profile early doors. She's a writer into horse racing and gambling. She had a link to her blog so I clicked, for naturally I don't follow just anyone (unless they say they follow back automatically obviously), and I thought to myself, my that's a good blog.
Here's a sample
I've still never read her books which I must rectify, if not the one with Sarah Vine for at heart I am an old-fashioned Marxist, albeit with corners so chamfered as to be a latter day sentimental socialist at best. I have googled her but that didn't tell me anything more than I could tell from her blog.
She's indubitably posh, which wasn't a crime last time I looked and, though she's a self-professed soft-wristed lefty liberal, I'd imagine she'd be much more at home with my Grammar School nemesis Andrew Sullivan than me. For that is how Britain works. Who cares? Not those of us who put niceness first.
The thing is, her blog posts are works of wonder. She writes about horses, about writing, and about her somewhat eccentric life on the margins just beautifully. Words spill from her, any roughness (and actually there really isn't any) only adding to the honesty and freshness. She keeps trying to grasp something that she glimpses occasionally from the corner of her eye, which she doesn't fully understand but which promises some sort of answer to a question she hasn't quite formulated. Like a poet.
Those who know me from my Facebook page will know that I believe Paul Evans's Country Diary reports from Wenlock Edge in The Guardian to be some of the best writing on this island today. Giles Coren's ridiculous restaurant reviews also. Books aren't everything. Tania completes the trilogy.
Still hasn't followed me back on twitter though...
Here's a sample
I've still never read her books which I must rectify, if not the one with Sarah Vine for at heart I am an old-fashioned Marxist, albeit with corners so chamfered as to be a latter day sentimental socialist at best. I have googled her but that didn't tell me anything more than I could tell from her blog.
She's indubitably posh, which wasn't a crime last time I looked and, though she's a self-professed soft-wristed lefty liberal, I'd imagine she'd be much more at home with my Grammar School nemesis Andrew Sullivan than me. For that is how Britain works. Who cares? Not those of us who put niceness first.
The thing is, her blog posts are works of wonder. She writes about horses, about writing, and about her somewhat eccentric life on the margins just beautifully. Words spill from her, any roughness (and actually there really isn't any) only adding to the honesty and freshness. She keeps trying to grasp something that she glimpses occasionally from the corner of her eye, which she doesn't fully understand but which promises some sort of answer to a question she hasn't quite formulated. Like a poet.
Those who know me from my Facebook page will know that I believe Paul Evans's Country Diary reports from Wenlock Edge in The Guardian to be some of the best writing on this island today. Giles Coren's ridiculous restaurant reviews also. Books aren't everything. Tania completes the trilogy.
Still hasn't followed me back on twitter though...
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