A few years ago, The United Arab Emirates blocked BlackBerry email and text messages because the government said it was too difficult to adequately monitor electronic communications. So, what was a citizen in the City of Gold to do?
Not to worry, said the BlackBerry creatives.
BlackBerry Leap addresses the needs of those who require a smartphone that safeguards sensitive communications while keeping them productive.
The global leader in mobile communications is a raving-good problem solver. Today, Emiratis who want to get things done use the powerful and secure BlackBerry Leap. For a killer price. But here in New England, that other kind of blackberry, my favorite, is free for the foraging. The Plant-Lore and Garden-craft of Shakespeare is for the lover of poetry, gardening, and quaint, out-of-the-way knowledge. Take blackberries, for instance. I learned that colonists called the bramble bushes “lawyers” because the stiff sharp thorns grab hold of you and don’t let go until they’ve drawn blood. That didn’t stop colonists from plucking all the fruit they could. The berries were so delicious that folks overlooked the thorns and gave the plant the name, not of the cane, but of the fruit. Blackberries and other lush fruits of summer, like ripe tomatoes, are sensuously evocative of the past. I’m sixty-something, holding an armload of Costoluto Genovese Heirlooms and then, suddenly, I’m eight, in the garden with my grandmother. The smell of tomatoes, ripe and warm, conjures up random memories that I’ll never find on a high-tech BlackBerry.
But there are literary memories in bits and bytes on my e-reader. Some are of Atticus Finch ~ memories, I think, about to be revised. The NYT printed this warning.
The depiction of Atticus in Watchman makes for disturbing reading and for Mockingbird fans, it’s especially disorienting.
Best way to clear the air is to have it all out in the open.
The sequel-written-before-its-prequel, extensively reviewed and hermetically sealed, will be released at midnight. Authorities in Lee’s native Alabama say the reclusive writer “made it quite clear” she wanted the book published. In spite of press releases, I still wonder if Harper Lee really wanted it to be published before her death. Thoughts?
For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth.
Lee’s book has some stiff sharp thorns and I don’t doubt that they’ll grab hold of us and, yes, draw blood. But, as with blackberries, I plan to overlook the thorns and enjoy the fruit.
With berries or bruschetta, on page or screen,
will you read Go Set A Watchman?