This discussion reminded me of an excellent essay over at Tomato Nation: Yes, You Are.
Also, Deb, are you on AIM?
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."
This discussion reminded me of an excellent essay over at Tomato Nation: Yes, You Are.
Also, Deb, are you on AIM?
Holli, give me a minute. I'm on a holy crusade and have been seething over in Bitches, but I'll climb on right now.
I missed the end of the last thread, and it is so quiet at work right now that I am catching up on old threads where I missed the last couple hundred posts.
Y'all were talking about Charles deLint back in December. Charles lives in Ottawa (as many readers will know) and I used to get up there a lot, back in the day when he worked occasionally in the local SF bookshop (now gone and sorely missed). I've also met him a number of times at signings and cons here in Toronto. He has always been extremely kind and polite and generous with his time even with the most barely-functioning fans. A number of times, he and MaryAnn have brought instruments and sat in at singalongs. So yeah, I'm a fan, of the writing, certainly, but of the two of them as people, for sure.
Holli, thanks SO MUCH for posting that Tomato Nation link! Sars rocks mightily, and I've been looking for that sort of article for yonks.
Did you ever read her article/essay about September 11? Made me cry.
ION, I read John Crowley's The Translator this weekend. I remember Micole reading it and not loving it, but I adored it. Ended up at the very end of the line getting onto a plane on Friday because I couldn't put it down.
It's about a young college student in 1961, befriending an exiled Russian poet at an unnamed midwestern college. It's about translation, and history, and love, and fate, and the Cuban missile crisis.
I thought the prose was just gorgeous, and the story heartbreaking. Interestingly structured, too, if you're into that sort of thing (like me). Prologue is set in 1959, novel starts in 1993, then it goes back to 1961 and pingpongs mostly between the late 1950s and 1961/62, with occasional visits back to 1993. God, it was beautiful.
I've read several other of Crowley's novels, including Little, Big, and Engine Summer, but this is very different.
Did you ever read her article/essay about September 11? Made me cry.
Yup. Me, too.
Did you ever read her article/essay about September 11? Made me cry.
Yup. Me, too.
More or less than Jon Stewart on The Daily Show? Or how about The Onion article about God's Press Conference?
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It's longer, for one. She was downtown for a panel at a conference, and the essay tells the entire story of her day, from getting there early, to the planes hitting, the towers falling, and her long walk home. It's pretty amazing.
More or less than Jon Stewart on The Daily Show? Or how about The Onion article about God's Press Conference?
I didn't read The Onion's article, but Jon Stewart really got to me.
Teppy, here.
It wasn't that article specifically but the entirety of the Onion's coverage-- the "Holy Fucking Shit" issue-- that got to me more than anything else. It felt perfect then and it holds up now.