Diane Duane's 'The Big Meow'

Welcome to the glitzy, murky world of 1946 Hollywood, a smoggy film-noir landscape filled with glamourous starlets, flamboyantly corrupt studio heads, and wicked, pampered cats with hidden agendas; a city of unsolved murders, snoopy screenwriters, scheming PR flacks, and a shadowy, celebrity-ridden cult dabbling in knowledge better left alone -- knowledge which could destroy the world's present and doom its future, if the dreadful promise of the Year of the Black Jaguar is fulfilled...

(Want to read the full "back cover" blurb for The Big Meow? It's now over here.)

And welcome to the weblog for the online Big Meow novel project!

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Note to readers of "On Her Majesty's Wizardly Service / To Visit The Queen": "Humphrey" moves on

The BBC has confirmed it, so it must be true: the Person known to the ehhif population of Downing Street has moved on to his next life. "Humphrey" (named rather appropriately after Sir Humphrey Appleby of "Yes, Minister / Yes, Prime Minister" fame) died quietly at his retirement home last week, apparently aged sixteen or so.

A sad loss for the feline bureaucratic establishment. But those civil service People who knew him suggest that, unless he's gone Tenth-lifing, it will probably not be possible to keep him out of politics for long. The Whitehall scene should be carefully watched for signs of his return, especially if Gordon Brown should suddenly find himself with a stray kitten on his hands at No. 11...

9:33 AM


Add a comment