Back in NJ, massive bookblogging
Aug. 26th, 2005 12:32 amBalance, part 1 of 5. Go. Read. Now. It’s like there was an Hikaru-no-Go-swordmen-AU-written by-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarigwaemir shaped hole in my heart, and now it has been filled. My life is complete!
Ah, New Jersey! So good to see you again! Been back since Monday but was mostly locked up in the website and dentistry.
The website: has my name and photograph and address and résumé and two pages describing my personal and professional growth this summer (kdsjfhlskd what kind of crap requirement is that? It’s almost as bad as “must be entitled: sponsored by motorola” as if this isn’t my webspace, for which I have been paying for the last two years).
It’s also exactly where my fan-website used to be. Goodbye,anonymity wishful thinking.
Re-watched the end of original Gundam and all of Crest of the Stars; totally an avoidance and displacement mechanism for the Legend of Galactic Heroes drabbles I’m failing to write. But it was easier than dealing with Logh's kilometers of subtitles and anyway Crest of the Stars is worth re-watching. (Gundam? Ummmm. The Herr-Zabi-as-Hitler scene still makes me cringe.)
IN ANY CASE bookblogging. Thank-God-I’ve-always-been-able-to-read-in-the-car edition!
( Falling Free, Lois McMaster Bujold )
( Prince of the Blood, Raymond E. Feist )
( A Passage to India, E. M. Forster )
( Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden )
( The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night-Time, Mark Haddon )
Right now I’m reading The Book of Salt by Monique Truong. Set in Paris; includes famous literary figures and lots and lots of food metaphors. Perfect! I thought. But for about the first thirty pages I couldn’t stand it, because the main guy is a girl and the writing is extremely claustrophobic, full of things that are supposed to be deep but aren’t.
Then I realized that the guy is not a girl but is a gay French-pastry chef, and that the writing is actually an excellent approximation of someone who can only talk to themselves because they don’t know enough French to talk to anyone else. And then I started to really like it.
Alex: So what you’re saying is, you thought it was bad until you realized it was supposed to be bad, and now you think it’s so good at being bad that it’s good?
Me: Exactly!
tarigwaemir shaped hole in my heart, and now it has been filled. My life is complete!Ah, New Jersey! So good to see you again! Been back since Monday but was mostly locked up in the website and dentistry.
The website: has my name and photograph and address and résumé and two pages describing my personal and professional growth this summer (kdsjfhlskd what kind of crap requirement is that? It’s almost as bad as “must be entitled: sponsored by motorola” as if this isn’t my webspace, for which I have been paying for the last two years).
It’s also exactly where my fan-website used to be. Goodbye,
Re-watched the end of original Gundam and all of Crest of the Stars; totally an avoidance and displacement mechanism for the Legend of Galactic Heroes drabbles I’m failing to write. But it was easier than dealing with Logh's kilometers of subtitles and anyway Crest of the Stars is worth re-watching. (Gundam? Ummmm. The Herr-Zabi-as-Hitler scene still makes me cringe.)
IN ANY CASE bookblogging. Thank-God-I’ve-always-been-able-to-read-in-the-car edition!
( Falling Free, Lois McMaster Bujold )
( Prince of the Blood, Raymond E. Feist )
( A Passage to India, E. M. Forster )
( Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden )
( The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night-Time, Mark Haddon )
Right now I’m reading The Book of Salt by Monique Truong. Set in Paris; includes famous literary figures and lots and lots of food metaphors. Perfect! I thought. But for about the first thirty pages I couldn’t stand it, because the main guy is a girl and the writing is extremely claustrophobic, full of things that are supposed to be deep but aren’t.
Then I realized that the guy is not a girl but is a gay French-pastry chef, and that the writing is actually an excellent approximation of someone who can only talk to themselves because they don’t know enough French to talk to anyone else. And then I started to really like it.
Alex: So what you’re saying is, you thought it was bad until you realized it was supposed to be bad, and now you think it’s so good at being bad that it’s good?
Me: Exactly!