Johnny Howard is now bitching and moaning about the "post modern gobbledygook" that our kids are being made to read in school and lamenting about the loss of the "classics"... this from a man who wouldn't know a "classic" if it came up and bit him on his toad-like arse!
In my opinion, every copy of the so-called classics such as 'The Mayor of Casterbridge' should be gathered up and hurled into the flames so that our kids will have an opportunity to read a few books with relevance to their lives.
When the hell does a book become a classic? Are the current 'classics' destined to hold this niche forever more? Will my kid's kid's be quoting TS Eliot to their kids and wondering as I did why the hell am I reading about this sad f&*ck's miserable life?
Thanks to Jacinta in Melbourne for digging up this lovely little snippet of information:
Christian Kerr writes:
Come again, Prime Minister?
The Prime Minister calls postmodernism “gobbledegook”. As good scholars of English, we've had a look at our Macquarie dictionaries and discovered a derivation for the word the PM may not have known ...
noun written or spoken nonsense. [originally US military slang (1940s) for `red tape', from the earlier slang phrase gobble the goop to perform fellatio]
Image: real books - none of that classic shite!