Now the great Ronald Searle is with the immortals, in the land flowing with Bollinger and Mumm ….
Click here to read about Ronald Searle and his wife Monica, two incredible people who survived against the odds. Searle survived notorious Japanese POW camps during the Second World War and Monica treatment for Breast Cancer in the 1960’s.
My guess is his Cats and other artworks will outlive us all…
Ars longa, vita brevis.
I like to think of Mr and Mrs Mole together again among the stars…
If you don’t already know them, here’s a link to check out some of the wonderful drawings Ronald Searle made for his wife Monica as she underwent chemotherapy for a rare cancer.
The French awarded Ronald Searle the Chevalier de la Légion d’honneur, the highest honour of the French state, usually reserved for French nationals only… while the English establishment treated the country’s greatest graphic artist much less generously…
Not that he probably cared. Still, it’s kinda revealing, n’est-ce pas?
Anyway, in my book, he’s up there with Goya. Would so loved to have had his take on all the latest crazy educational offerings from Michael Gove.
Yep. Ronald the Immortal told it as it was. Those halcyon days of St. Cuthberts and St. Trinians. God bless him up there on Mount Olympus and may he shower down his blessings on us mortals left on earth.
We in the U.K. have this “Minister for Education” who goes by the name of Michael Gove, or Meddling Michael as I prefer to call him. He is probably the most unpopular education secretary in living memory and seems to have antagonised more people than there are grains of sand in the sea.
So now he’s decided all schools should teach Latin and Greek. No matter there’s no qualified teachers or funding to train them.
I await with eager anticipation the next instalment from Meddling Michael, but oh, how I wish Ronald Searle was alive. He told it how it was.
For those of you not blessed with living (or having children at school) in the pleasant green (and wet) British Isles at this moment in time, you may just wish to shake your heads in puzzlement and click away from this page. If you haven’t the faintest idea what I am going on about, lucky you is all I can say. Let me know if the grass is greener where you live and I’ll pack my bags.