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Gyles Brandreth | Wilde’s Celebrity Never Dies…
Uncategorized / September 20, 2009

Oscar Wilde’s graveOriginally uploaded by Andifeelfine The other Sunday I made a pilgrimage to the Père Lachaise cemetery, in the northeast of Paris, France, to pay my respects to the shade of Oscar Wilde. I found I was not alone. The great man’s grave was surrounded by quite a crowd, including a party of Japanese students, a family of Germans (the father was wearing lederhosen) and an assortment of young people in their twenties: French, Italian, British and American. As I arrived, one of the young women was planting a kiss on the huge Jacob Epstein angel that surmounts the poet’s grave. She was kissing the marble deliberately, to leave the lipstick impression of her mouth on the monument. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "Because I love him," she replied. "We all do," added another of the girls (she was from Baltimore). "He’s one of us." Wilde, it seems, is our contemporary. He died in Paris 109 years ago, a near-friendless exile, impoverished, shunned, disgraced. Today, he is world-famous and universally admired. There are 1,000 lipstick impressions on his tomb. He would not have quarrelled with the attention: he was a pioneer of celebrity culture. "If you wish…

Sandi Shilhanek | Why Can’t I Dejunk My TBR Pile?
Guests / September 20, 2009

This weekend the weather has finally cooled in my neck of the woods. It’s the first day in a little over a week without rain, and why I did have an appointment on Saturday afternoon I really had nothing planned. I decided it was a good time to get a start on cleaning and dejunking my home, so that my husband could begin his annual decorating for Halloween. The entryOriginally uploaded by freshfiction In this vein I was able to make several bags of garbage, and to sort my dresser and make not one, but three bags of clothing I haven’t worn in forever for the charity coming next week. I also managed to guilt my husband into making two bags of various items from his stash of treasures. When my youngest came home from bowling I attempted to guilt him into sorting and dejunking as well, but thus far little success there, and my oldest is hopeless, but he wasn’t home this weekend to guilt. To read more about Sandi’s dejunking experience and to comment please click here. Visit to learn more about books and authors.