I haven't read
The Fault in our Stars
yet - it's not at the Nashville Public Library in eBook form, so it's getting delayed.
Friday
is basically awful, but does indeed have some cool ideas in it. I loved the bit where she researches the Shipstone corporation - it really piqued my interest in the insanity that already IS multinational conglomerate corporations. I still enjoy wasting time by reading about all of the brands/companies owned by Proctor and Gamble or Pepsico or whatever.
I also just like the idea of Shipstones. Sure would be a nice way to solve every energy crisis.
Robert Heinlein was very ill in the '70s and had a series of TIAs starting in 1978. I charitably believe that that's why late Heinlein sucks and focuses on the least attractive of his vices.
I can never condemn the man overall, because his inventiveness is unparalleled and his early work changed my life. I've reread the juveniles many times, except for Podkayne of Mars, which is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Okay. . . Barbara Van Tuyl of the "Bonnie" series of horse books repinned one of my pins on Pinterest!!!
I am broken like a broken thing. I just finished
Code Name Verity.
I didn't stay up all night to read it, but I did put off any sort of useful work today.
I am broken like a broken thing. I just finished Code Name Verity.
t hugs
It's brilliant, isn't it? And heartbreaking. I need to reread it, I think.
I can't wait to see what stories get written for Yuletide.
Such a lovely and terrible book. I think I might have to give it to a couple people for Xmas.
Of course, I was sitting on the couch staring out the window after having finished it, probably looking shell-shocked with running mascara (and it's also the time of the month where I cry at car commercials), when there was a brief knock at the door and a realtor and prospective tenant let themselves in.
I feigned illness.
tea:
What a neat bday present, sumi!
An intriguing essay by a horror writer and fan on The Trouble With Horror. Useful also as a reading list of great horror novels.
Ta-Nehisi Coates's blog is currently giving me genre literature shudderfits -- he asked the Horde for help because he was having difficulty getting into
The Big Sleep,
feeling that although it's very witty the plot just doesn't hang together and the mystery doesn't make sense. The Other Noir fans got there before the Chandler fans did (one of the latter muttered, "We must have all been nursing our hangovers"), and most of the advice seems to run along the lines of, "Put it down, and go read Hammett instead."
Granted, if you really, really want to like classic noir and really, really don't like Chandler, "read Hammett instead" isn't bad advice, but GOOD GOD, MAN, whatever possessed you to read Chandler for the
plot?
He has many virtues as a writer, but plot is exactly none of them; if you're itching for a seamlessly crafted, faultlessly balanced and logical mystery Chandler is about the last guy you should be going to. How is this not a truth universally acknowledged?
