yesterday.
yesterday I finally finished The Confederacy of Dunces, the hardest book I've read in a largely genre-specific year of reading.
Not sci-fi, not noir, not a heist book or a mob book, but a sprawling, huge fucking comedy set in New Orleans. Easily the smartest book I've read this year, maybe the best. But it took me well over a month to read it. Maybe two. Yeah, mostly because I've read about 4 books since I started it, one of them being the latest-but-not-greatest 800 page monster that was the final chapter in Harry Potter saga.
And I read all that stuff in between because this was one hard-ass book to read.
But yes. I liked it. I loved it. It was dense and thick and every word of dialogue was funny. Not laugh out loud (LOL) funny, but more of a dry, brilliant wit.
"A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs."
If I sound like some sort of pompous literary critic, it's because I secretly (not so much, anymore) want to critique everything that rules.
kitty in a drawer.
Anyway, I'm reading other shit now, stuff I'm excited about.
I rewatched Hot Fuzz last night and loved the shit out of it.
It was better the second time around, and not only because I dozed off through part of the movie the first time.
I will be showing soon. I have been so busy.