About Adriana Gómez

Crazy cat lady. An ewok far away from Endor.

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  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    I think of Robert and Jon being driven away – not to a narrow cell, let alone a foetid dungeon, but a lock-up hostel with therapy. Alive, unlike their little victim, what sympathy do they deserve? This much: that they are little, too; that they killed only half-knowing what they were doing; that however wicked they were in those five minutes, it is also wicked to have paraded them, for nearly a month, in an adult court. They’ll spend their youth inside now, as they must, punished, psychoanalysed and protected from mob vengeance. But to call these children evil, or to think that they’ve been...
    Note: Robert and Jon
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    “The killing of James Bulger was an act of unparalleled evil and barbarity … The sentence that I pass upon you is that you shall be detained during Her Majesty’s Pleasure, in such a place and under such conditions as the Secretary of State may direct, and that means that you will be securely detained for very, very many years, until the Home Secretary is satisfied that you have matured and are fully rehabilitated and are no longer a danger to others.” Her
    Note: Veredict
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    Children as glue, keeping marriages going. It doesn’t hold. It doesn’t stand up. It stops standing up the minute they start standing up. You want them, or maybe you don’t, but either way you get them without really knowing what you’re getting, what it will mean, how much will change because of them, and how quickly they change from cartable-about dollies to people in their own right – and it’s your job to get them safely through.
    Note: Marriage and children
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    Is this the point of children? To avoid the awfulness of being on your own, whether alone or in a marriage? Because otherwise relationships would have nothing to hold them together? Are children less the fruit of love than a substitute for it? No,
    Note: Love and children
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    It’s difficult, being a parent. No one teaches you how to do it, except your own parents, by example, and often that’s an example to avoid. The easiest profession to enter (no certificates necessary), it’s also the hardest to leave. Long hours, massive expenses, no fringe benefits or pension scheme: why do it? Because you can work from home, be your own boss, see your product grow before your eyes. But what is the relation between product and manufacturer? Does how your children turn out have much to do with you? Child manuals used to promise malleability: children, the theory went, are...
    Note: Being a parent
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    I’ve told them I think too many hours in front of the television a form of sagging. I’d be happier to see them reading Roald Dahl. But what they’re watching now seems harmless enough, whereas a story by Dahl called “The Swan”, involving a child being tied to a railway track, has been advanced as possible inspiration for T & V. I was brought up to think that books were humanizing, civilizing, “better for you” than television. Now I’m not so sure. There’ve been too many well-read serial killers, too many Goethe-lovers running death-camps. Books can be dangerous – even classics,...
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    Does recalling a particular episode mean that it matters? Which recollections count, when for every six that seem significant there are sixty that could as well be chosen, and six hundred, maybe no less significant, that lie just out of reach, and six million which share this status of having happened to one person once and of seeming to matter at the time? What if the important things, those that did most to shape you, you can’t remember at all? The days and years disowned by memory. There are photographs, yes, but the shot taken at 125th of a second misses the other 124 125ths of that second,...
    Note: Memory
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    “Children’s griefs are little, certainly; but so is the child … Pour a puddle into a thimble, or an Atlantic into Etna; both thimble and mountain overflow. Adult fools! would not angels smile at our griefs, were not angels too wise to smile at them?” Too true. Try telling a boy, locked in anguish, his tears don’t matter: they matter to him. Jon Venables has a right to weep. He weeps as if his world is ending. Which it is.
    Note: Jon's tears
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    Being grown-up means that I can’t think as a ten-year-old thinks any more than I can fit in a ninety cm vest or crawl under a nursery chair. I see faces, remember details. But I can’t find the texture, the feel of what I thought, the feel of what I felt. As you get older, as you recede from it, childhood becomes strange and unknowable. Once left behind, it’s a country you can’t visit in person, a place of exile, mourned and misremembered by the adults at its gates. This
  • Adriana shared from As If by Blake Morrison
    “if a child has just been beaten, should the person who beat him offer him a pretty flower or a red apple, he will forget what was just done to him and run to him with open arms to please him.” How
    Note: Children