I’m beginning to feel like the Sesame Witch, and here I am again, bringing you the letter T.
For those of you who haven’t yet heard the voice of Shaun Tan (yes I know, I go on about him a lot), here he is in the Guardian podcast, interviewed by Michelle Pauli in Stockholm earlier this year.
Shaun Tan podcast.
And please note how clever those young children are, being interviewed in a foreign language. (Just wanted to point that out.)
This week the winner of another Swedish award for literature was announced. Tomas Tranströmer is this year’s Nobel prize winner, and I read somewhere that he is the most translated poet in the world. So many Ts…
Continuing with the awards, Theresa Breslin has just won the Young Quills prize for historical fiction, with Prisoner of the Inquisition. Is it my imagination, or is Theresa and that book of hers winning a lot?
Before I leave you to go and drink some tea, I will return briefly to the letter B and the blasphemous and banned Meg Rosoff. Her darling creature Eck, that we all adore and would love to call our own, is about to become real. Sort of. In the book he must have been created by Bob (God, to you and me), since Bob created everything.
There was no dog…