What is it with today and wolves?
Mar. 20th, 2006 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylOk, so, I feel like I'm trapped in the last series of Doctor Who: I've spent my entire day being haunted by lupine allusions.
First it was my colleagues discussing the WOLF method of archiving data, then an essay on The Bloody Chamber. This was followed by an American Gods reference to something that is, "not a god, but like a god, a bad thing chained up in those stars. If it escapes, it will eat the whole of everything", which is presumably supposed to be the Wolf of Fenrir. I wonder if the wolf might be the cause of the storm that everyone in AG is fretting about — I have this vague memory of Fenris turning up as great thundercloud at the very end of Weirdstone, so it's not beyond the bounds of possibility.
And as if all that wasn't enough, I've just been skimming a Times article on the theatre production of Gaiman's Wolves in the Walls, which name checks both Angela Carter (the article is, inevitably, titled, "The Company of Wolves" — and I though my blog subjects were lamely heavy handed) and Aiken, author of one of my favourite series of childhood novels, The Wolves of Willoughby Chase and its various sequels. The only wolves that don't seem to have come up today are Abner Brown and his scrobbling crew, but of course, now that I've just mentioned them, they have...
I wonder, is this what going mad feels like?
First it was my colleagues discussing the WOLF method of archiving data, then an essay on The Bloody Chamber. This was followed by an American Gods reference to something that is, "not a god, but like a god, a bad thing chained up in those stars. If it escapes, it will eat the whole of everything", which is presumably supposed to be the Wolf of Fenrir. I wonder if the wolf might be the cause of the storm that everyone in AG is fretting about — I have this vague memory of Fenris turning up as great thundercloud at the very end of Weirdstone, so it's not beyond the bounds of possibility.
And as if all that wasn't enough, I've just been skimming a Times article on the theatre production of Gaiman's Wolves in the Walls, which name checks both Angela Carter (the article is, inevitably, titled, "The Company of Wolves" — and I though my blog subjects were lamely heavy handed) and Aiken, author of one of my favourite series of childhood novels, The Wolves of Willoughby Chase and its various sequels. The only wolves that don't seem to have come up today are Abner Brown and his scrobbling crew, but of course, now that I've just mentioned them, they have...
I wonder, is this what going mad feels like?
