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The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. Mary Ann Shaffer. & Annie Barrows. Lovingly dedicated to my mother, Edna Fiery Morgan, and to my dear. echecs16.info The Last Black Unicorn Tiffany The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, written jointly by Mary Ann Shaffer and her niece, Annie Barrows, is a novel composed in letters (and even.

Perhaps there is some sort of secret homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. Who could imagine that she would find it in a letter from a man she's never met, a native of the island of Guernsey, who has come across her name written inside a book by Charles Lamb. As Juliet and her new correspondent exchange letters, Juliet is drawn into the world of this man and his friends—and what a wonderfully eccentric world it is. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society—born as a spur-of-the-moment alibi when its members were discovered breaking curfew by the Germans occupying their island—boasts a charming, funny, deeply human cast of characters, from pig farmers to phrenologists, literature lovers all. Juliet begins a remarkable correspondence with the society's members, learning about their island, their taste in books, and the impact the recent German occupation has had on their lives.

A few weeks later Juliet goes to the Guernsey islands to meet and interview these people. Of course everyone there just loves her except the evil woman.

She stays there for a few months and decides to adopt a four year old orphan girl she met there. The girl of course loves Juliet more than the people who have raised her. And then Juliet marries a pig farmer and settles down on the Guernsey islands.

So much for the ridiculous plot. I should have just known better, just look at the cheesy title. However, all the characters in this book seem to talk in exactly the same manner. Be it an accomplished writer from the city of London or farmers from a remote island, their letters sound just the same. Irrespective of whether the letters are being written to a close friend or to a complete stranger. Almost all of the characters have only a single trait.

For some of the characters I can't recall even a single distinct characteristic.

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Mary Ann tries to have everything in one book. She has grazed the surface of numerous topics like books, world war, art, nature love, bucolic life, friendship, love, homosexuality, religion and so on.

None of these get more than a superficial treatment. Stories about Nazi occupation of Guernsey don't tell you anything real about the war. On the other hand, we have been puzzling over quantum mechanics, which suggests the possibility of instantaneous communication between two entangled particles, even if they are at opposite ends of the universe not that the universe has ends.

This happens independently of time and space. They've proven it in their labs! If the scientists are correct, everything everywhere is, in some sense, the same thing, in the same place--or it might as well be. That, too, is small consolation. Advertisement All I can do is think with my mind. All I can be is who I seem to myself. I can only be where it seems that I am. Time seems to move quickly or slowly, but it is time all the same; my wristwatch proves it.

I believe my wristwatch exists, and even when I am unconscious, it is ticking all the same. You have to start somewhere. It is within these assumptions that I must live.

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Even if everything everywhere is the same, I must eat an orange or I will die of scurvy. So within that reality, someday I will certainly die. I am 66, have had cancer, will die sooner than most of those reading this. That is in the nature of things. When I read about the nature of life from Camus, the odds were that he would die sooner than me.

Thomas Wolfe, who wrote about a wind-grieved ghost, was already dead. Cormac McCarthy will probably live longer than me. And there is Shakespeare, who came as close as any man to immortality.

Raised as a Roman Catholic, I internalized the social values of that faith and still hold most of them, even though its theology no longer persuades me. I wrote about that, too. I have no quarrel with what anyone else subscribes to; everyone deals with these things in his own way, and I have no truths to impart.

All I require of a religion is that it not insist I believe in it. I know a priest, a lovely man, whose eyes twinkle when he says, "You go about God's work in your way, and I'll go about it in His. My genes will not live on, because I have had no children. Perhaps I have been infertile. If I discover that somewhere along the way I conceived a child, let that child step forward and he or she will behold a happy man.

Through my wife, I have had stepchildren and grandchildren, and I love them unconditionally, which is the only kind of love worth bothering with. I am comforted by Richard Dawkins' theory of memes. After a lifetime of writing, teaching, broadcasting and happily torturing people with my jokes, I will leave behind more memes than many.

They will all eventually die as well, but so it goes. Advertisement I drank for many years in a tavern that had a photograph of Brendan Behan on the wall, and under it this quotation, which I memorized: "I respect kindness in human beings first of all, and kindness to animals.

I don't respect the law; I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer. No need to spell them out. I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime.

To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try.

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I didn't always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out. In a moment or a few years, maybe several, I will encounter what Henry James called, on his deathbed, "the Distinguished Thing. I have already been declared dead.

It wasn't so bad. After a ruptured artery following my first cancer surgery, the doctors thought I was finished.

My wife Chaz said she sensed that I was still alive, and communicating to her that I wasn't finished yet. She said hearts were beating in unison, although my heartbeat couldn't be discovered.

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She told the doctors I was alive, they did what doctors do, and here I am, alive. Do I believe her? I believe her literally--not symbolically, figuratively or spiritually.

I believe she was actually aware of my call, and that she sensed my heartbeat. I believe she did it in the real, physical world I have described, the one I live in with my wristwatch. I see no reason why such communication could not take place.

I'm not talking about telepathy, psychic phenomenon or a miracle. The only miracle is that she was there when it happened, as she was for many long days and nights. I'm talking about her standing there and knowing something.

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Haven't many of us experienced that? Come on, haven't you? I admire Skeptic magazine, but I'm not interested in their explanation or debunking of this event. What goes on happens at a level not accessible to scientists, theologians, mystics, physicists, philosophers or psychiatrists. It's a human kind of a thing. Someday I will no longer call out, and there will be no heartbeat. What happens then? From my point of view, nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Still, as I wrote today to a woman I have known since she was six: "You'd better cry at my memorial service. Our subject sometimes turns to death.

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I think that is a lovely thing to read, and a relief to find I will probably not have to go on foot. Footnote: At the urging of a reader, I took this quiz. It evaluated my replies and, from a list of 27 religions or belief systems, informed me that my top five categories were: 1.

That was sort of what I expected. Below: A poetry reading by the peerless Tom O'Bedlam.