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	<title>Comments on: Last Trump At Malory Towers</title>
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		<title>By: Felidae Ryl</title>
		<link>http://sumitsays.com/2009/07/24/last-trump-at-malory-towers/#comment-102</link>
		<dc:creator>Felidae Ryl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 10:15:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As a great fan of the real books, I&#039;m amused by this, but to just kill everyone off in a few random paragraphs?  Something of a decent length with some thought behind it to take the characters somewhere would be really interesting, though maybe then you risk actually writing them as they are, as if their old-fashioned ways and views are really that terrible.  Obviously the point of this is purely to take the p***, just send it up and then down to hell.  I doubt even Mam&#039;zelle Dupont would approve beyond the surface humour.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a great fan of the real books, I&#8217;m amused by this, but to just kill everyone off in a few random paragraphs?  Something of a decent length with some thought behind it to take the characters somewhere would be really interesting, though maybe then you risk actually writing them as they are, as if their old-fashioned ways and views are really that terrible.  Obviously the point of this is purely to take the p***, just send it up and then down to hell.  I doubt even Mam&#8217;zelle Dupont would approve beyond the surface humour.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah E.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sarah E.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 18:21:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wahahaha! I love this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wahahaha! I love this.</p>
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		<title>By: Helen C</title>
		<link>http://sumitsays.com/2009/07/24/last-trump-at-malory-towers/#comment-100</link>
		<dc:creator>Helen C</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:23:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was always my favourite book of hers, after &quot;Five Get Off Their Tits on Thunderbird and Peyote&quot;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was always my favourite book of hers, after &#8220;Five Get Off Their Tits on Thunderbird and Peyote&#8221;.</p>
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		<title>By: Sumit Dam</title>
		<link>http://sumitsays.com/2009/07/24/last-trump-at-malory-towers/#comment-99</link>
		<dc:creator>Sumit Dam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This one probably won&#039;t be all that amusing unless you&#039;ve read one or more of Enid Blyton&#039;s &lt;i&gt;Malory Towers&lt;/i&gt; books. I got the first book from a relative when I was quite young but never read any of the others – since they were &quot;for girls&quot; – until twenty years later, when on a whim I decided to find out what happened next. Being a sucker for punishment, I read all six books and wrote down what I thought about each of them. The &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.allconsuming.net/person/Sumit/tag/malory towers&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;reviews are here&lt;/a&gt;, but the short version is that, er, they don&#039;t work quite as well for a cynical adult as they might for the young girls at whom they&#039;re aimed, although I got plenty of amusement out of poking fun at them.

Entertaining though it was snarking away at the books, by the time I got to the final volume I was incredibly frustrated with Blyton&#039;s claustrophobic jolly-hockey-sticks vision of school life. I imagined that her characters, trapped in their airless, sexless and lifeless limbo, probably were too. So I wrote this by way of catharsis – a review of an imaginary final volume in which they finally got to vent their resentment. (The &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.allconsuming.net/entry/view/18903&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;real final book&lt;/a&gt; leaves little hope of liberation.) Music? Perhaps &lt;i&gt;Another Brick In The Wall&lt;/i&gt; would be appropriate. But I&#039;m sick to the back teeth of that dirge, so I&#039;d suggest &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.last.fm/music/Black+Box+Recorder/_/The+School+Song&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt; &lt;i&gt;The School Song&lt;/i&gt;, by Black Box Recorder.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This one probably won&#039;t be all that amusing unless you&#039;ve read one or more of Enid Blyton&#039;s <i>Malory Towers</i> books. I got the first book from a relative when I was quite young but never read any of the others – since they were &quot;for girls&quot; – until twenty years later, when on a whim I decided to find out what happened next. Being a sucker for punishment, I read all six books and wrote down what I thought about each of them. The <a href="http://www.allconsuming.net/person/Sumit/tag/malory towers" rel="nofollow">reviews are here</a>, but the short version is that, er, they don&#039;t work quite as well for a cynical adult as they might for the young girls at whom they&#039;re aimed, although I got plenty of amusement out of poking fun at them.</p>
<p>Entertaining though it was snarking away at the books, by the time I got to the final volume I was incredibly frustrated with Blyton&#039;s claustrophobic jolly-hockey-sticks vision of school life. I imagined that her characters, trapped in their airless, sexless and lifeless limbo, probably were too. So I wrote this by way of catharsis – a review of an imaginary final volume in which they finally got to vent their resentment. (The <a href="http://www.allconsuming.net/entry/view/18903" rel="nofollow">real final book</a> leaves little hope of liberation.) Music? Perhaps <i>Another Brick In The Wall</i> would be appropriate. But I&#8217;m sick to the back teeth of that dirge, so I&#039;d suggest <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Black+Box+Recorder/_/The+School+Song" rel="nofollow"> <i>The School Song</i>, by Black Box Recorder.</a></p>
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