8.27.2012

Reporting In

Anyone who reads regularly (and my page-views tell me that there are, in fact, at least some of you) might have noticed that I've been unusually quiet lately. This is, unfortunately, due to a massive computer failure that is still being worked out. Things should, hopefully, be back up and running soon.

-Sean

7.31.2012

June Reading List, 2012: Paperback Summer, Part One

Paperback Summer is here (and running a little late) and I’m already knee deep in it, so let’s get right down to it after the cut…

Reading List, June 2012

6.03.2012

May Reading List, 2012: Finish-Up Month

May was usually what I call a “finish-up month,” a span where I know I won’t be able to read much so I dedicate it to clearing out that peculiar back-log of books…the ones that you get most of the way through and then just put down for some reason or another. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as successful this time out as I would have liked, but I still racked a pretty substantial page count.

Reading List, May 2012

The Fall: The Strain Trilogy, Book II – Guillermo del Toro & Chuck Hogan (William Morrow, 2010) 320pp. & read the back 170

Last month I called the first half of The Fall “off,” and I still stand by that. As a middle entry in a trilogy, the book is a natural bridge between the other entries and has certain obligations to uphold. It does so, but in a way that just feels kind of awkward. The first two hundred pages are dedicated to reintroducing us to our characters and rehashing the lore laid down in book one, and by the time the bridge plot actually gets rolling there’s not enough time left for it to build itself to the point that the climax and subsequent cliffhanger feel earned.

Don’t get me wrong. There’s still a lot to like about this series, (especially if you’re a fan of vampires that actually do things) and the cliffhanger where the Master’s plan comes to fruition…well, it’s a hell of a cataclysm. But through the whole book, there’s this weird, listless undertone. It almost feels as though the publisher wanted a trilogy, so these pieces that were supposed to cap the first book and open the second got pulled out and teased into their own half-baked thing. I’m sure that I’ll finish the trilogy in the near future, but this one was a bit of a slog at times.

11/22/63 – Stephen King (Scribner, 2011) 849pp.

So, I originally started 11/22/63 back when it was released last November, but it got put down pretty quickly. At the time, I passed it off as needing the extra time to work through a particularly troublesome National Novel Writing Month entry, but when I started her up again this month I realized that it was something else. I made the decision to restart King’s entry to the undoubtedly huge stack of Kennedy Assassination Themed Time-Travel Novels that American writers have published in the past forty years right from the beginning, and this time around I realized that in the first two-hundred pages I felt kind of lost.

This didn’t have anything to do with the book being bad, but there comes a point when protagonist Jake Epping travels to Derry, Maine to try and save the life of a doomed family as his first attempt at changing the future and the time-line just “happens” to line up with the childhood segments of IT. Now, IT is not a novel that I have ever read. In fact, outside of Dreamcatcher, I am not well acquainted with King’s nightmare Bangor-analogue. So, for as much as the first two hundred pages of 11/22/63 are about Epping coming to terms with living in the past, they are also a crash course in the language of a Derry novel and that city’s particular brand of misery. It was jarring enough to put me off of the book the first time I tried to read it, and while I did get through it this time…well, that section was still a bit of a chore. It just seems to stretch forever, and it made me feel an outsider in the text.

The rest of the book picks up significantly, covering a lot of ground that should be both familiar and welcome to regular King readers. Much like the author’s previous long novel, Under the Dome, 11/22/63 feels like it probably could have done with a good trim. None of it is bad, and most of it is quite good, but there are points were the journey becomes somewhat more repetitive than even a book that is literally about repeating the past should. For the most part, though, it handles itself quite nicely. The various plot points flow into one another cleanly, and you can tell that King researched the hell out of this bitch. He also does a nice job of presenting the time period well; entertaining the essential nostalgia that is inherent in a time travel novel without ever becoming too wrapped up in it. In his afterword, King makes special reference to the points where he has taken liberties and also those where he tried to present things as reliably as possible, and it’s quite admirable. There’s a ton of historical detail throughout, but we’re never bogged down in it. It’s a nice balance.

Total Books: 1.5

Total pages: 1,019

And that’s it. That’s all there is this month. I was hoping to finish up Keeney’s 15 Minutes as well, but that just didn’t happen with restarting the King from page one. The two could have made nice companion pieces, but we’ll get there some other time. June 20th marks the start of summer proper, so that means it’s time for me to break out the paperbacks in a little tradition that I like to call Paperback Summer. I’ll see you back here for Part One in thirty days.

-Sean

5.18.2012

How to Move Out of an Apartment Properly

Back in college I lived in the same apartment for several years. In that time, I also manufactured small props and occult items for use in several student films. You know, stuff like this:

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When the time came to graduate and move out of the apartment, there was some overlap between those features of my life. Here’s a short list of the tings that I did in preparation of moving…

  • There were little lips above the insides of the kitchen doors, and if you closed them hard enough small objects would dislodge from the lip and end up inside the drawer. One of the drawers stuck open and had to be slammed closed virtually every time, so in this one I hid an economy sized Hershey bar as a gift for the new tenant. All of the others? Those got bone totems and hex bags and little vodou fetishes.
  • Taped to the inside of the breaker box, there was a grimoire. Not a big one, mind you, just a couple of dozen little pages on the nature and creation of homunculi. Lavishly illustrated and heavily aged, the text was written in a made up language based on old alchemical symbols with passages in Hebrew, Arabic, and a lengthy excerpt from the Egyptian Book of the Dead presented in the original hieroglyphics.
  • There was a bag of Japanese fish snacks that someone had bought on a joke…just these disgusting little flavorless, scentless, freeze-dried whole anchovies. Nobody much liked to eat them, so when the time to move came they were crammed into the air conditioning vents, the dryer lint-trap, and down into every little crack, crevice, and hidey-hole that could be found.
  • Last thing out was to take a batch of fresh stage blood out from the fridge and dump it in the toilet tank. Don’t know if it would have the desired effect (to fill the bowl with fake blood when it was flushed) but there would be something to find someday either way.

You’re welcome, person who moved in after me.

-Sean

5.05.2012

April Reading List: Burning Through Some Pages

Let’s get right down to it, shall we?
Reading List, April 2012

5.03.2012

First Quarter Reading List – A Year Begins, I’m already Late For It

So January was here, and then it left very quickly again, and then February, and then March. And then, more than a week into April, I still hadn’t made good on my promise to start posting more frequently so I started writing this thing. In the interest of providing content, here are some thoughts on the things that I’ve read since the year began.

4.26.2012

Feral (F)Dog Facts, #1

Feral Dog hates The Clash. I'm kind of disappointed in him.

1.06.2012

Things Observed: 01-08-2012

Had a great lunch with some NaNoWriMo people today, and on the way home I drove past this lovely, grand looking Catholic church that was hosting what may be the best Christmas nativity scene ever made. It was one of those painted wooden stand-up jobs, but someone had put some real care and effort into the painting and making sure that the figures looked really active and dynamic. It was very nicely done.

The only problem is that it looked like all of the characters were having a gigantic, screaming Christmas Dinner argument.

Shit looked like the climax of the paternity reveal specials that day-time talk shows do. One Wise Man all pointing angrily down at the Baby Jesus while he screamed across the manger at his buddies. Mary stuck off in one corner, down on her knees with an expression of shock on her face. Brilliant.

I kind of want to go back and put a life-size cardboard cut out of Maury in the middle of it.

1.03.2012

Doin' Thangs

2012 is getting under way, and that means that it is, again, time to pretend like I'm taking this blog seriously for a month or two.

Watch this space.