Wow, my life offers me a lot less time for thoughtful introspection now that I have a full time film job, a part time writing job, a live-in girlfriend, and an increasingly busy band. Christ, I feel like a "real" person, instead of the false-faced lazy shlub I've been these past few years.
Ahhh, the freedom to just type without meaning or need feels pretty goddamn good right now. I finished reading The Translator last week. Pretty good book, when all was said and done. Not the most satisfying conclusion, but I think that was the point. Not my favorite thing by John Crowley, by any means, but the way he makes everyday events feel just a bit magical made the book awfully pleasant to read.
Next up in the great book list is: Urth of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe. This is the coda to Wolfe's most famous series of books, which are collectively called The Book of the New Sun. The original four books are probably better than almost anything else in the world of sci-fi, and he utilizes a lot of little writing tricks that are pretty fucking cool: unreliable narrator, quite a bit of metafiction with plays and books existing within the world of the characters, and the idea that the author is translating an old text and imparting his own viewpoint onto the material. This, the fifth book in the series, and the last, is not written as well as the initial four. It's still interesting, but the language doesn't have the same 'snap' to it that really made the initial series transcend their genre limitations. Maybe it will get better, I am, after all, only 75 pages in. We shall see.
Ahhh, the freedom to just type without meaning or need feels pretty goddamn good right now. I finished reading The Translator last week. Pretty good book, when all was said and done. Not the most satisfying conclusion, but I think that was the point. Not my favorite thing by John Crowley, by any means, but the way he makes everyday events feel just a bit magical made the book awfully pleasant to read.
Next up in the great book list is: Urth of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe. This is the coda to Wolfe's most famous series of books, which are collectively called The Book of the New Sun. The original four books are probably better than almost anything else in the world of sci-fi, and he utilizes a lot of little writing tricks that are pretty fucking cool: unreliable narrator, quite a bit of metafiction with plays and books existing within the world of the characters, and the idea that the author is translating an old text and imparting his own viewpoint onto the material. This, the fifth book in the series, and the last, is not written as well as the initial four. It's still interesting, but the language doesn't have the same 'snap' to it that really made the initial series transcend their genre limitations. Maybe it will get better, I am, after all, only 75 pages in. We shall see.
fearthereaper:
What is your film job?