If it weren't 3AM, I might not have made up a fake link.
Or I might've anyway. I make no promises.
'Dear Diary, Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.' 'Today, we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever.'
Jayne ,'Safe'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
meara - Apr 22, 2006 10:21:00 pm PDT #384 of 28061
aurelia - Apr 22, 2006 10:47:31 pm PDT #385 of 28061
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I know a theatre that needs a kick in the capital campaign. Wanna blog about it?
Gus - Apr 22, 2006 11:09:38 pm PDT #386 of 28061
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
I would. Not that the Pulitizer Commitee would notice. If it was the P-Award-Winning GusBlog, though, you might have to offer sexual favors.
Not that that is a bad idea.
Aims - Apr 27, 2006 11:02:21 am PDT #387 of 28061
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I'm reading Dean Kontz's "False Memory".
I will never read another haiku ever ever ever.
I knew DK was fucked up, but damn.
It's like he and Anne Rice and Stephen King sit around comparing fucked up-ness like those guys in Jaws comparing scars.
"I can totally beat that! In MY book, blah blah blah SO FUCKED UP blah ablah blah supernatural blah."
JZ - Apr 27, 2006 12:07:23 pm PDT #388 of 28061
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I knew DK was fucked up, but damn.
Heh, and heh to the Jaws scar-showing imagery.
Though DK is still a distant second in my mind to Clive Barker. I've read one single Clive Barker book ever, a very very long and twisted thing I can barely remember anymore except for a vague impression of something like a cross between Gaiman's Neverwhere and the first King/Straub Huck Finn pastiche collaboration, only approximately 90 billion times more fucked up. It's the only book I've ever read that I finished and thought, "Whoever wrote that has got to have some major neurochemical disorder; there's just no way a normal human brain would not only think that up, but go there and stay there for upwards of 500 pages."
It did, however, serve the salutary purpose of making every Koontz and King book I've read since then seem kind of playful and kittenish by comparison.
Strix - Apr 27, 2006 12:23:55 pm PDT #389 of 28061
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
The thing that bugs me about Koontz is his tendancy towards the Amazing Psychic Dog novels.
I like dogs. They can be wonderful pets. Dogs good. But we get that after 18 zillion books about supernatural psychic AmazoDogs.
Aims - Apr 27, 2006 12:30:39 pm PDT #390 of 28061
Shit's all sorts of different now.
This one's no different.
Kathy A - Apr 27, 2006 12:33:43 pm PDT #391 of 28061
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
The only two Koontz books I've read are Watchers and Lightning, and I loved them both. Watchers is one of the Amazing Psychic Dog books, but it's just too much fun, and Einstein is quite the personality.
Matt the Bruins fan - Apr 27, 2006 1:09:54 pm PDT #392 of 28061
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
I've read one single Clive Barker book ever, a very very long and twisted thing I can barely remember anymore except for a vague impression of something like a cross between Gaiman's Neverwhere and the first King/Straub Huck Finn pastiche collaboration, only approximately 90 billion times more fucked up.
The Great and Secret Show?
I have to confess I loved that book. The stuff about the war across the secret face of America and Fletcher just wanting to become sky gave me chills.
JZ - Apr 27, 2006 1:20:11 pm PDT #393 of 28061
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
That might have been it, though the title doesn't quite ping me. I really can't remember much of anything specific, except multiple dimensions. And possibly sentient spiders. And a general atmosphere of nearly incalculable bentness.