Fellaini Should Stay At Everton


While playing for Manchester United, Fellaini’s international future would be better served by staying at Everton, under Roberto Martinez.

David Moyes, Fellaini’s former coach at Everton and the new manager at Man U, preferred to play the afro’d Belgian high up the pitch and use his size and power to attack and score goals; whereas Martinez sees him playing in a deeper, defensive role.

Since Carrick has the deeper role locked down at Manchester United, there’s no reason to believe that Fellaini wouldn’t be pushed higher again under Moyes.

But at the international level, if Fellaini is playing in an attacking role, he won’t get a sniff in the Belgian team because of how stacked they are in the attack. And if he’s not playing regularly in a deeper role, the Belgian coach is unlikely to trust him in that role.

If he stays at Everton and makes that holding midfield role his own, he becomes a near certainty to be a starter on a squad that is officially a dark horse contender for the next World Cup. If not, he will spend it on the substitutes bench.


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Seamus Heaney Died


He was just seventy-four. He was due to read at the Folger Shakespeare Library in the spring and I was very much looking forward to it.

Not so long ago, I had some book money burning a hole in my pocket and I had some thoughts about what I might buy, but when I saw Heaney’s Field Work, that was what I knew I had to get. And when I lived in Atlanta, Chapter 11 books sold me a beautiful copy of his translation of Beowulf.

He wore the mantle of Yeats well. I’m not saying he was Yeats’ equal, because… who is? But as a mythologizer, elegist, and obliquely political poet, he carried on some of Yeats’ mission.

Anyway. This is just sad. Really sad.

Weekend Reading – Smackdowns


Poetry slams do nothing for poetry.

A well rounded education is useless! You must submit to the almighty market!

Someone’s got a problem with Kevin Young.

Death is helping to keep the typewriter alive.

The Chomsky-Zizek death match.

‘The Acceptance World,’ By Anthony Powell (New Year’s Resolution, Book Thirty-Three)


9780226677149The more I read, the more appreciate these novels. The third novel, The Acceptance World, like it’s predecessor, jumps several years ahead from the previous one. At this point, the characters we met as teenagers are approaching thirty.

The ‘Slump’ has occurred. No one ever mentions the crash of 1929, but that’s clearly what they’re talking about. People’s financial situations have declined. Marriages are falling apart. A lot of marriages. It seems to be a theme. The narrator picks up with the object of desire from the last book. Which I found reassuring.

The title comes from a particular kind of insurance or reinsurance vehicle used in trade at the time (and which maybe still is). But it is also acceptance of straitened circumstances. And of changing circumstances. Left wing radicals, first appearing in A Buyer’s Market (symbolizing, I now, know, the unlimited seeming potential that no longer exists in this book), are now fully fledged communists and much more socially acceptable.

But, it ends with the likelihood that the poor narrator’s lover will be returning to her philandering husband (whose finances also solidified a bit after, presumably, being hit hard by the crash).

The narrator writes and publishes his novel, but we really don’t learn anything about it. It’s not the novel written by ‘Marcel’ in Proust’s epic. That novel was the novel you, the reader, just completed. This one, by Powell’s narrator, I suspect is something more prosaic.

The ending seems to foreshadow more disappointments than the ones already accepted, with one of the narrator’s school chums declining in alcoholism, another into unhappiness, and the least likable one (Widmerpool) seeming to approach a position of too much power for a man who always seems oddly dangerous and certainly untrustworthy and irritatingly, materialistically pretentious (like an a–hole junior associate at a hedge fund). That said, previously, Jenkins, the narrator, had felt left behind by old school chums who went on to greater wealth and marriage. Now, many are finding themselves somewhat diminished and closer to Jenkins’ financial level and his failure to marry seems nearly genius.

What It’s Like When My Better Half & I Watch ‘Game Of Thrones’


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‘Towers of Midnight,’ by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson (New Year’s Resolution, Book Thirty-Two)


9780765364876We’re nearly at the end. The penultimate book of the Wheel of Time.

I have noted that Sanderson is a better writer than Jordan, but this book made me miss Jordan. The clunkiness of the language, after so many books, had become part of it. I miss his weird tics.

For example, Mat Cauthon has a sort of black staff with a blade on the end. Most of us might call it a spear or a halberd or a pole arm or (if we’re a real medieval geek) a glaive. But not Robert Jordan. He creates all sorts of permutations of ‘knive’ or ‘blade’ and ‘staff.’ At the time, it just seemed weird. you wanted to say, ‘a long piece of wood with a pointy knife on the end… you mean a spear?’ But now that Sanderson is using phrases like ‘pole arm,’ well, I just feel a little sad.

The page bloat continues (Towers of Midnight coming in at just over 1200 pages), but Sanderson does appear to be doing his best to wrap things up, moving everyone into place for the final battle.

The most exciting bit was a supernatural rescue mission featuring the most interesting character in the series, by far, Mat. Jordan had a tendency to forget about him, but Sanderson seems more inclined to the reader (at least, this reader) what he or she wants. An almost Dungeons &Dragons-ish dungeon crawl mystery in a creepy tower (one of the two midnight-y towers of the title; I’m assuming the other is the so-called Black Tower, where a lot of male magic wielding types hang out and train and, it also seems, plot terrible evil) was the big ending set piece. A character who was a big part of the story early but who has been missing for a while was rescued. Which is cool, but with an almost George R.R. Martin size cast, frankly, after having not seen her for something like 5-7 books, I was okay with not bringing her into the mix. Plus, I don’t feel like Sanderson got her quite right.

But anyway… I’ll be going back to Anthony Powell’s novels of Britain between the wars before finally finishing up the Wheel of Time. I might throw a party for myself when I do finish the series. Fourteen books. That’s ridiculous.

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Weekend Reading – If We Don’t Allow Edits, The Terrorists Will Have Already Won


William Vollmann, writer sui generis and… terrorist suspect?

Emily Dickinson was not a pick-up artist.

Charles Simic eulogizes for the used bookstore.

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Midweek Staff Meeting – No. Seriously. Don’t.


You do not have a book in you, so don’t try.

‘My enemies have been successful in representing me as a poet and a visionary.’

A history of garden hermits.

Paper makes a comeback.