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So I just finished reading Stephen King's latest Dark Tower story, The Wind Through The Keyhole. I keep wanting to call it The Wind That Shakes The Barley (indeed I almost typed it as such just now,) after the Irish folk song, which through some machination of ka I have been listening to a lot lately. Thank you, Loreena McKennit.

Moving on, at first I was disappointed when I found out that the eagerly-awaited new Dark Tower novel was instead another "Story Time With Roland" novel. This disappointment was unjustified. You can see King's progression as a writer between Keyhole and the abysmally paced behemoth that was Wizard and Glass. I think it's one of the prettiest and most emotional stories that he has ever written. If you enjoyed the "fairy tale" storytelling voice he used in Eyes of The Dragon you see it emerge again here, but in what I felt was a more polished and refined form.

Dark Tower veterans might look at the newly-revealed episodes from Roland's past and feel like King is ret-conning a sentimentality into Roland that he wasn't capable of until he met his latest ka-tet. I think what King is doing, however, is very subtly showing how Roland's new friends have removed the layers of emotional numbness that have formed during his long and traumatic life and are allowing him to remember that there was, in fact, a time when he was a more nurturing person.

There was one tiny thing that bothered me. Perhaps folks who have read The Dark Tower I-V can help me out. Cut for vague spoilers. )

Anyway it's a good, exciting, emotional book. It's motivated me to resume the quest for the Tower again. I've even dug out my Gunslinger icon to prove it. Very trig, Mr. King. Very, very trig indeed.
uberreiniger: (library)
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Thanks and feel free to contact me with any questions.
uberreiniger: (Wayfarer)
More and more lately I keep finding myself with things to blog about but when I sit down to do it it all goes away.

I got very nauseous on the way to work today. Wound up calling in sick and coming home. I feel bad about doing it but I knew I wasn't going to be able to pull a shift. I slept for most of the day and woke up feeling okay. Maybe it was stress that did it to me, I dunno. Work has been stressing and angering me a lot lately.

I'm really doing well writing music for my future metal band. I'm making a focused effort to write for soprano female vocals and it's actually turning out to be really good for me musically. It's getting me to add an element to my songwriting that I've been trying to find but that just hasn't been there before. After the theatre group does its performances in June I plan to buckle down, get with some musicians, and get to serious work. Exciting yet scary at the same time.

The price for all this musical completeness is that my fiction writing has suffered. I need to get back on that.

Questions of faith keep springing up a lot around me lately and I seem to encounter them even when trying not to seek them out. Maybe someone's trying to tell me something. I know a lot of it is probably being spurred by a book I'm reading called Wanderings by Chaim Potok. I don't read as much non-fiction as I should but I found this book on the clearance rack for one dollar and couldn't pass it up. It's a history of the Jewish people, but also serves as a very comprehensive history of the Middle East both before and during Biblical times. It takes a really interesting and informative approach to both Judaic and pagan beliefs of that time and how they changed and developed. It's really making my mind open to exploring a lot of things and asking a lot of questions. Potok is primarily a fiction writer and I'm curious to check out his novels now based on how unflinchingly he handles non-fiction.

I don't know that I can blame Potok's history book entirely though. I think the questions would keep coming up regardless.
uberreiniger: (Perverts)
...When both members of the couple doing so mutter something about each forgetting their wallets and abruptly leave. It's worth mentioning that the bottles of KY were $2.84 but they had a $3.00 coupon to go with each one. Yes, they were effectively trying to get paid for buying more lube than two people can reasonably be expected to use. Seriously, TEN bottles? Unless you're hosting an orgy or are Audrey Hollander's* personal shopper, I can't see how you could ever need that much all in one go even if you do happen to somehow wind up with ten coupons for it.

And why the copy of The Hunger Games? That's what really made it stand out for me. For all we know they were trying to reinvigorate a stagnate marriage; her by confronting her personal dryness issue, him by fantasizing about Katniss. Perhaps they were assigned to do research for the inevitable spoof porn movie, no doubt to be entitled either The Hung Games or The Humper Games.

Also included in this uncompleted transaction were a box of fruit roll-ups and a package of Angry Birds band-aids. What would MacGuyver do?

*Google her if you're curious. Just don't be at work when you do.
uberreiniger: (hanging masks)
Being on a Lovecraft kick again, I decided to acquire and read one of the books that inspired Lovecraft's creation of the Cthulu Mythos: The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers. Chambers was a bohemian artist of the 1890s who one day, for reasons he never really explained, decided to stop being an artist and start writing sensational romance stories. Shortly before he did that, however, he produced The King In Yellow, a collection of loosely connected, troubling stories of the surreal. The title refers to a fictional play script of the same name that is apparently cursed, bringing madness and death into the lives of all who read it. There are allusions to an entity known only as "Hastur," a blank white mask, and an insidious image known as The Yellow Sign. These things are all the scarier for the way they are only hinted at. These stories are some seriously creepy shit. And this book is messing with my mind.

I only read a few pages of the opening short story the night I got the book. That night I dreamed of Hastur. His white mask didn't have a face. Instead it had the Yellow Sign carved into it where the face should be. It was distressing. But hey, you read horror stories, you have dreams about the monsters, right? No big deal. Later that next day a friend on Facebook posted lyrics to a song by The Dead Milkmen. Not having heard or thought of that band in years, I innocently went and looked them up to see what became of them. It turns out they recently got back together and released a new album... called The King In Yellow!

What are the odds?

So today I went back and finished reading the story. (It's called The Repairer of Reputations, in case you're interested.) Reading it I was struck by a brutal sense of deja vu when I got to a specific line:

...I put the diadem from my head and wiped my forehead, but I thought of Hastur and my own rightful ambition, and I remembered Mr. Wilde as I had last left him...

I realized I had had a dream in which I sat reading this line over and over again several years ago. But I never actually saw it until today.

WTF is going on?



Oh. That...
uberreiniger: (Building memories)
I don't think I've really posted what I've done this holiday season so here goes:

Christmas turned out to be very nice despite me having to stay up well into the morning hours madly finishing a freelance project that was due. This was aided by M. having given me her Christmas present a few days beforehand: a new office chair. Much better than the secondhand (and who knows how many hands before that,) dining room chair I had been using up until then. Lower back pain is now gone and sitting at the computer is pleasurable once again. We did the rest of our gift exchange just after midnight and had a nice time with it.

Christmas day itself we went to my parents' for the Christmas meal which was also a very nice experience. My mom stuffed us and left us pretty well incapable of doing anything until after a nap which we took as soon as we got home. There can be something blissful about having it be dark when you wake up. After waking in darkness and opening the path to nightmare, (sorry, Silent Hill reference,) we drove up to the Plaza to look at Christmas lights. We talked about finding a Chinese restaurant to eat at just for the hell of it but by then it was getting late so we headed back home. It doesn't sound like much but it was a very relaxing holiday and just what we both needed.

Last night I did another mad dash of freelance work, interrupted by going out for a few hours. We had planned to go to the Nelson museum but by the time we left the house it felt like a little too much work so we ended up going to both Half-Price Books locations following a wonderful meal at New Peking down in Westport. I think we have a new favorite Chinese restaurant. Super yummy and enough leftovers for multiple meals. Can't beat that. The book store outings were profitable too since Half-Price was having a 20% off sale. I came away with an omnibus of Naomi Novik Tremeraire novels and Brandon Sanderson's first Mistborn novel. These are two authors I repeatedly hear good things about from people I trust so I think it's high time I found out what the fuss was about. Then again, I heard the same thing about Douglas Adams and that didn't turn out well. But Douglas Adams wasn't handpicked by Robert Jordan to finish the Wheel of Time so in Sanderson's case if nothing else I at least feel a little safer.

Now I have to rush out the door to go to work. Happy New year if I don't see you.
uberreiniger: (Silent Hill nurses)
Only a few days after mentioning Cherie Priest's amazing novel Boneshaker as part of the 30 Day Challenge she releases the news that Boneshaker is being developed as a film! I'm really excited, both for the story and for Ms. Priest whom I've kind of watched crawl from the realm of independent publishers and emerge as an increasingly prominent figure in the literary world. Hard work pays off! Now I must work harder.
uberreiniger: (Wayfarer)
LOL, I don't even know how many days I'm back up now but I'm not giving up!

The prompts )

Day Eighteen: Favorite non-warrior female character - Swan, the semi-eponymous heroine of Robert McCammon's post-nuclear fantasy epic Swan Song. She is a girl with the power to make plants grow and therefore is the key to repairing the radioactive world. Unfortunately, in addition to your garden variety post-apocalyptic warlords raiding and enslaving their way across the landscape there is also a demonic force interested in keeping things exactly as they are. Swan is a true pacifist and sickens at the notion of even having anyone shed blood to defend her person. Needless to say, things get very interesting for everyone involved in her life and she winds up with some interesting choices to make.

Day Nineteen: Favorite non-human female character - Shale from Dragon Age: Origins. Depending on the dialogue options you choose it is possible to spend almost the entire game not knowing that the cheerfully homicidal stone golem in your party is in fact female. Cheerful sociopaths who gleefully remind you that they'd love to murder you if they could get away with it shouldn't be endearing or make you like them. Shale is noteworthy because they pull it off with her.

Day Twenty: Favorite female antagonist - The God from the Silent Hill games. It's always God, never Goddess, presumably because she can appear in whatever form those trying to incarnate her think of her as. (Yes, that means if you think of J. Edgar Hoover, J. Edgar Hoover will appear and destroy us all.) But in-game texts and characters always refer to her as female regardless. And she is just... well, she is responsible in one way or another for EVERYTHING in Silent Hill. That should say it all right there.
uberreiniger: (shedding wings)
The prompts. )

Day Twelve: Favorite female character in a movie. Well crap, I already listed Ripley from Aliens. Since it's my overall favorite movie I guess I'll nominate Izzy/Isabelle (Rachel Weisz) from The Fountain. I've never seen Weisz in a bad role or a bad film and I think The Fountain is her best work. She brings such incredible mortality and fragility to a character that is, in a very real sense, immortal and eternal.

Day Thirteen: Favorite Female Character in a Book. White Crow from Mary Gentle's Rats and Gargoyles. This... is a weird book. In terms of weirdness it makes China Mieville or M. John Harrison read like Dostoyevsky. White Crow makes the whole thing work. It's a story about a city ruled by the thirty-six aspects of God where humans are subservient to anthropomorphic giant rats. White Crow is a heroine of uncertain background and motivation who ties the whole crazy mess together. She's sexy without being fanservice and smart enough to go up against God without seeming like an overpowered Mary Sue. The book is hard to find but worth it if you like strong heroines in surreal settings.

Day fourteen: Favorite older female character. When you read a lot of fantasy "older" is a very relative term. The eighty year-old crone with the wart on her nose doesn't have much on the 5000 year-old elven princess in terms of wisdom and experience, right? Right. I think a favorite of mine who encompasses "older" in sense of both age and timelessness is Morgan La Fay from the Arthurian legends. She's rarely depicted as an old woman, but she is often depicted as a force belonging to an earlier time, trying to hang on to what was lost. She makes a cameo appearance at the end of Vivian Vande Velde's novel The Book of Mordred where she is depicted as a femme fatale whose appearance sometimes "slips" to show her true age when things aren't going right. It's a more outright villainous depiction of her than has become fashionable in the post-Marion Zimmer Bradley world, but I thought it spoke to a core part of her traditional characterization very well.
uberreiniger: (Gunslinger)
The prompts )

Day Three: A female character you hated but grew to love This was an easy one for me: Susannah Dean (and all her other various iterations) from Stephen King's Dark Tower universe. I hated just about everything about her, from her butchered Southern negro dialect, (which you can tell was written by a white guy from Maine with little to no firsthand experience with Southern black culture,) to King's stubborn insistence on conflating schizophrenia with multiple personality disorder. (He's educated enough to know better, even at the time when he first introduced her when the confusion was still relatively common among the general public.) I actively cringed when it came time to read Song of Susannah because really, who looks forward to a book where their least favorite character is the focus?

In a twist worthy of King himself, that was the book where my opinion of Susannah turned around. Something about that story really made me empathize with her and want to see her through the dire trouble she finds herself in. I was rooting for her by the end. Of course, it ends on a cliffhanger and I haven't read the last book yet so I'll have to root a while longer. Now that I am rereading the series I find her less grating this time around. I appreciate what King was trying to do with her and recognize the place of sincerity and integrity from which the idea of the character is drawn, even if her execution was a little sloppy in her earliest appearances.
uberreiniger: (Warrior)
The prompts. )

Day Two: Favorite supporting female character. I'm going to have to go to the realm of books for this one and choose Wynn Hyergeoht from Barb and J.C. Hendee's intriguinging Noble Dead series.

The blurb on the covers bills this series as "Buffy meets Lord of the Rings" but in terms of tone + setting it's more like Underworld meets medieval Poland. Here's the premise: a traveling con artist pretends to be a vampire hunter who kills fake vampires (her accomplice in heavy makeup,) for a fee. One day she discovers she is in fact a Dhampir with vampire-killing super powers and a destiny to fulfill. Hijinks ensue involving elven ninjas, tremor-causing dwarves, half-fae dogs, and even eldritch abominations. It's a pretty good series but it doesn't really hit its stride until our heroes encounter Wynn Hyergoeht.

Wynn is a professional scholar assigned by her superiors to follow Magiere the vampire hunter and learn what links the vampires hold to the cataclysm that erased most of the world's ancient history. She is an outsider in the group, useless in a fight, generally in the way whenever danger threatens. She is also incredibly strong-willed, resourceful, and inevitably the first one to figure out what's going on in any given situation while the rest of the heroes are blundering in circles. She is the only character among the heroes with no special powers or training. She does have a kind of second sight acquired from a magic ritual gone wrong, but it backfires more often than not and incapacitates her. It's hard to convey what makes Wynn so special if you haven't read the books, but her normality combined with her sheer reckless nerve make her the emotional heart of the story. Magiere even says as much to her at one point. Even certain of the remorseless vampires and sociopathic elven assassins encountered in the story have a hard time treating Wynn with the cruel disdain they'd like to. It's not so much that she's just written to be a good person: she sort of represents what is good and right in the world, the things the bad guys have a hard time letting go of.

The Hendees have recently begun the second series in the Noble Dead line wherein they elevate Wynn to central protagonist. They give her some power upgrades to better survive undead encounters, but so far they have done so without overpowering her or in any way sacrificing what made her great the first time around. It was a smart move to push her front and center because she really is the best thing about the story and makes an average work of gothic fantasy worth remembering.
uberreiniger: (Gunslinger)
Today I finished reading A Feast For Crows and since I can't afford to buy A Dance With Dragons until it comes out in paperback, I am now officially out of Ice and Fire for the foreseeable future.

I feel kind of twitchy...

Anyway, my opinion of Feast seems to be identical to that of every person who has posted a review. It's the weakest in the series up to this point, but still far better than most of what's out there. And my complaints about it seem to match those of everyone else.

They're not that spoilery but just in case... )

Complained more than I meant to there. It's a really good book, but it's clearly the "middle" of the series and very much a transitional point. I think I finally understand why GRRM's fans get so mad that he takes so long because his books leave you dying to find out what happens next.

Speaking of reviews and dying, I went to Facebook today only to find that the app where all my book reviews were posted has been closed down. I knew I should have backed them up here. I am quite pissed that all that stuff I wrote is just gone but there's nothing I can do. Lesson learned.

Now, what to read next. Do I restart The Wheel of Time from the beginning with the intent of finishing it or restart The Dark Tower with the intent of same?

Which shall it be, Slow Mutants or Trollocs? Lobstrosities or Grolm? Lud or Shadar Logoth? Demon-faced man in black who enjoys taunting the hero, who won't stay dead and seemingly exists across multiple realities or... demon-faced man in black who enjoys taunting the hero, who won't stay dead and seemingly exists across multiple realities?
uberreiniger: (Wayfarer)
It feels like a lot has happened this week although I guess it's not as much as it seems. On Sunday... well, I hesitate to say too much at this juncture but the long and short of it is that M. and I are taking steps to finally get out of my parents' basement and Sunday was spent making this in some ways official. It is very scary to be setting out all of a sudden; this whole opportunity came upon us rather unexpectedly. It will be a really busy number of weeks ahead of us. I'll say more as things fall more into place. It's been in the air for a while now and we're finally at the point where I feel comfortable talking about it.

Monday night the Champagne Players threw a going away party for one of our members, Tess, who will be spending a semester studying in England. It was really more of a going away dinner. It was so good to hang with my acting friends again since it's been over a month since I'd gotten to see all of them. Discovered a nice Chinese restaurant in Westport I had never been to before: a nice quiet place. I hope we didn't offend them too much with our bawdy humor. It really is impossible to keep a risque acting troupe proper in any kind of setting once you get us all together. It was wonderful. Tess is in England now and even though she updates Facebook daily as always, Kansas City still seems smaller without her. We're all looking forward to having her back in December. Although we've half-jokingly said her absence will mean her returning to find very strange roles written for her in the coming season's skits.

Monday also saw my mother depart on a three day trip to Kentucky to assist a friend with the re-interment of a famous racehorse. (Long story.) My mom got to spend a few days among the race horses that are her passion and M. and I got a few days' peace and quiet around the house. It was a nice time for everybody.

Tuesday night we gave our cat Zephyr his first bath ever. Zephyr is huge; twenty pounds worth of cat and he did NOT like it. But he was so miserable, suffering with fleas that I didn't know what else to do. I came away with a few scratches, and a few fleas died in the process. I can tell he feels better but there's a lot of work to do still. None of the cats willingly set foot on a carpeted surface anymore. All four of them huddle on whatever linoleum and/or high-up surface they can find to get away from the fleas. It's like they're fleeing a sinking ship :(

And please, spare me all your home remedies for dealing with fleas. I'm tired of hearing them. We've all gotten paid. We're just going to get some Advantix and try to kill them that way.

Tonight was supposed to be band rehearsal but it got cancelled due to bandmates being behind schedule getting back to their farm due to a failed GPS. Unfortunately they were not able to get cell reception until I was practically AT their farm. So I basically drove to and from Excelsior Springs for nothing. I had been looking forward to practice all week but I guess that's how the chips fall sometimes. So instead of jamming I spent the night finishing A Storm of Swords.

I don't know how GRRM does it. I really don't. Sometimes I don't want to know. If I didn't have to work tomorrow I'd jump right into A Feast for Crows tonight. Although after the body count of ASoS I'm a little afraid to.

I am very tired and am going to get too little sleep now. Moving into a new place means I need to make more money though, and pronto. Prayers and meditations that I find better employment would be very much appreciated right about now.
uberreiniger: (Warrior)
This song is probably going through George R.R. Martin's head a lot these days. (SPOILERS for the show, btw.)



Damn it probably does feel good to be him. Because I shudder to think at the money he's making off of book sales. Why? Because for weeks I've been trying to get a copy of A Storm of Swords and EVERYWHERE I go they're sold out. If they have it at all it's the trade paperback which is like twenty dollars and I'm not paying that.

Tuesday I went up to my local Barnes & Noble not really expecting them to have the cheaper paperback but they did and I snatched it up. I almost bought A Feast For Crows in the bargain but didn't want to spend that much money in a go round.

So yesterday I get to work and there in our pathetic little one aisle of books, (consisting entirely of romance novels, westerns, teen girl vampire novels, and Christian inspirational,) sit piles of ALL FOUR of the books currently in paperback and for two dollars cheaper than I paid at B&N. The fact that I paid more doesn't bother me because if it comes down to supporting the last brick-and-mortar bookseller chain vs. the demonic scourge of a company I work for I'll pay two dollars more every time. It's just the fact that I've been checking our shoddy book rack for WEEKS hoping we'd have it. Then the day after I buy a copy someplace else, there it is.

They had four copies each of "Storm" and "Feast." When I came back to the department two hours later they had two each. I scarfed up "Feast" fearing I would not get another chance. I just think it's awesome that these books are selling out as fast as stores can get their hands on them. For all I know it's some insidious marketing strategy to artificially drive up demand coinciding with the release of the new novel. Who knows? Whoever's behind it, I commend their Lannister-like skills in lining their pockets.

Interesting side note: everywhere I go the first, third, and fourth books are sold out yet piles and piles of copies of A Clash of Kings sit on the shelves unwanted and unloved. I've got to say it is a slower book than "Game" and "Storm."

Band practice tomorrow and I am unprepared and sick. Blah.
uberreiniger: (Fallen)
Days off suck when you can't play on your beloved computer. I did get out and enjoy the nice weather though. That was worthwhile.

Both M. and I are constantly tired lately. We've been going to bed early and sleeping in when we can, yet we wake up feeling like we've not slept. I'm sure my sleep apneia is probably a part of it somehow. On all my days off this week I feel like I've done nothing but sleep or want to sleep. The sleep is there but the sleep quality just feels like it isn't.

I have now filled an entire spiral notebook with Seasons In the Abyss. I bought a second one today to continue and finish the story. I think it will go faster now that I'm at the midpoint. Kind of getting excited about the story again.

As much as I like writing, reading isn't giving me joy of late. I think all the "realistic" fantasy I've been reading in the form of Michael Grant's Gone novels and G.R.R.M.'s A Song of Ice and Fire are having a long-term effect on me of bumming me out. To say nothing of the various "literary" novels I've been reading as well. I think it's time for some more Charles De Lint or Lisa Shearin: something that's hopeful and happy and doesn't apologize for being so.
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Fascinating article on Song of Ice and Fire author George R.R. Martin, the fans who are obsessed with him, and the former fans who are also obsessed with him.

My icon is an accurate depiction of what Martin's detractors apparently think he does instead of writing his next novel :) Actually, this article is a little scary to read. An active community has banded together to wage war against an author who writes slowly... because they love him? I haven't visited the anti-Martin sites in question, but just reading this article makes the venom plain to see. 

Then again, Martin's happy fans are on-record as being willing to dumpster dive for barbecue leftovers in the middle of the night in order to appease him so they may not be the most stable bunch either. In that light it's easy to see how the degeneration could happen when one of them feels jilted by his lack of progress.

I agree with the statement that it's an effect of the entitlement culture. And it's also the way our culture looks at celebrities, (or even people who are just celebrities to us.) People think they're entitled to some piece of them and are indignant when they don't get it.

Oh, and apparently everyone thinks it's just okay to refer to an author dying before a work is finished as "pulling a Jordan." Does anyone besides me find that not only insulting to a writer like Martin, but also to Robert Jordan as well? It carries an implication that Jordan somehow chose to die. Or was irresponsible in his career and chose not to make finishing his books a priority before his life ran out. Or even that his death was somehow a great big "fuck you" to everyone eagerly eyeballing the money they have set aside for the day in the future when he finally created and released a "Snakes and Foxes" game for the Nintendo DS. Nevermind the fact that by all accounts Jordan's drive to finish The Wheel of Time was what kept him going through the final years of a truly agonizing and debilitating illness.

Makes me almost glad I'm not a famous writer with a rabid fanbase. I don't even think my readership reaches far into the double digits. And I don't know what I would do if five of them hated the other five.
uberreiniger: (Erato)
I think the Beats Antique concert was what I needed to get me out of the rut I've been in the last week or so in regard to bass playing. Although everything I come up with sounds distinctly Middle Eastern now.

I wish I could as easily get out of the rut I've fallen into writing Seasons in the Abyss. The same thing has happened on the last two attempts. I'll get about a hundred pages in and then I just get stuck. I'm not stopping and letting it fall by the wayside this time, I can't afford to. But man do I feel stuck. And I feel like the story isn't that interesting. Maybe it's time to type up what I have and open up some beta readership to see if it really is as boring as I think it is or if Nitokris is a dumb a heroine as I think I've made her. I don't think I'm venturing into "dumb horror movie bimbo" territory with her yet, but I worry if her reactions to all the weird stuff that happens to her are plausible.

Meanwhile, after having it sit on my bookshelf for two years I am finally reading George R.R. Martin's A Game of Thrones. I can see what all the fuss is about because it's pretty good. Even though not much has happened yet, I'm hooked on the gloomy medieval characters and weirdly plausible fantasy world. His writing really pulls you in and reading it makes me want to listen to power metal where there is much singing about swords, and battles, and feasting, and fighting to the bitter end, and mourning the king who hath fallen, etc. I'm trying not to get too emotionally attached to any characters because I have heard that every character you could get emotionally attached too, dies. We'll see. Looking forward to my break at work so I can keep reading.

O R'lyeh?

Apr. 9th, 2011 03:07 am
uberreiniger: (Satanic Winter Goat)
So I have been on a serious, serious H.P. Lovecraft kick lately. Just really gotten obsessed with his stories all of a sudden. And I've got to be honest. It's frustrating. Why? Because he published 70 stories during his lifetime and the Great Old Ones, Outer Gods, etc. (a.k.a., the stuff you immediately think of when you think of Lovecraft,) only appear in like, TEN of them. The other 60 stories aren't bad, you can clearly see in them where he's trying to find his own voice distinctive from that of his idols like Poe and Machen. But they're not what you're really paying to see.

It's like how you go to see a Transformers movie for the sole purpose of watching robots fight and spout pithy one-liners at each other. Yet Bay and Spielberg insist on forcing a pair of untalented twentysomethings pretending to be teenagers (who have inexplicably been spray-painted orange,) onto center screen for 75% of the movie.

It's like how you expect pussy but all you get is tits with the bra on. And though pulsing, green, insidiously tentacled pussy it might be, it is still the pussy you want. And lo though the tits may be Elder tits from beyond the Cosmos whose sanity-warping visage is obscured only barely and not for eternity by the meagerest of bras that we misguidedly call "reality," it is still tits with the bra on.

Why, Howard? Why did you die so young and leave us with so little? Why must I now sit here in frustration, dreaming of the robot fights and braless tits that might have been?
uberreiniger: (Satanic Winter Goat)
A frequent literary criticism leveled against August Derleth is that he "ruined" the Cthulu Mythos by introducing the "benevolent" Elder Gods. I say that whatever damage he did has been mitigated by the fact that his writings are damned hard to find.
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Taken from [livejournal.com profile] dungeonwriter

Late World Book Day Meme...

The book I am reading: John Dies at the End by David Wong. Funny yet very disturbing horror novel about eldritch abominations infesting a typical small Midwestern town.

The book I am writing: Seasons In the Abyss, a follow-up to Apocalypse Woman.

The book I love most this year: Gone by Michael Grant. Intriguing YA novel about a California town cut off from the outside world where all the adults have disappeared and the remaining children are developing superhuman powers. I hope the rest of the series is as good as the first book.

The last book I received as a gift: The Pathfinder RPG core rulebook. Looking forward to running a game of it soon.

The last book I gave as a gift: I gave two at the same time at Christmas: a copy of John Dies at the End for Lesley and a copy of Chicks Ahoy! for [livejournal.com profile] zombiecowboy. It's a collection of short stories about chainmail fantasy babes. I hope they're enjoying them.

The nearest book on my desk: The Edgar Allan Poe Audio Collection, one of [livejournal.com profile] chassit19's audio books. I should listen to it some time.

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