I came up with what I thought was a brilliant plan, ordering all the hot new books from the library at once under the assumption that their arrival would be staggered. Instead, I waited for about two weeks and then they all came at once. Now I have two weeks to get through them while also dealing with grad school.
Good news! MaddAddam, the final book in the Oryx and Crake/Year of the Flood trilogy, will probably come out some time next year.
I’m glad other people are talking about not liking The Marriage Plot—I was afraid to admit my true feelings. I didn’t hate it, but it was such a disappointment that I got kind of bummed out.
I re-read The Virgin Suicides last week to see if I’d like it better the second time around. No dice. It was just as dull and pervy as it was when I was a teenager. Oh well. We’ll always have Middlesex.
Word.
Except that part at the end where I was sobbing anyway. But, you know, I’m me.
Guys, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? I just wanted to run my hand under cold water until it got chilly and slightly damp, and then slap the shit out of every single character in this book in order of appearance. I still want that. Can we just forget this book ever happened? My least favorite parts of The…
“Evil Shall With Evil Be Expelled”
Last night, Danny, Janna, Joe and I went to a free advance screening of David Fincher’s The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. Being a fan of the books, I loved it. A pretty faithful adaptation, it only differed in a few logistical ways, and while there were a couple of plot points from the second book that I felt shouldn’t have come into play, I understand why they were necessary. In all, the movie felt like Silence Of The Lambs for a new generation.
I liked this movie quite a bit, in spite of the fact that I think the books are dumb dumb dumb and bad for women (don’t start with me, Garrett). David Fincher is a better director than Stieg Larsson was a writer. Go see The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo this holiday season, but don’t see it with your parents because that will be awkward.
‘Life changes in an instant,’ I remembered my mother saying on the phone, quoting the repeated line that runs through The Year of Magical Thinking, in the days after we had both read it. ‘It’s chilling.’ For my generation, Didion showed us the world when our parents were young; with a memoir on grieving, she suggested where they were headed. It was a bit of a clichéd line, but this was Joan Didion writing it. This was Joan Didion without better words and that was what was chilling.
V.L. Hartmann in “Joan Didion Crosses the Street”
Great little essay.
(Hey, who will our children read to show them the world when we were young?)
My first thought was to put this on my B blog because only a few people are allowed to know how silly my sense of humor is, but it’s definitely A blog material. You don’t want to know what goes on over at my C blog.
(Source: humorlessfeminists, via bluebeadsandbones)
My score was 6/10. I am bothered by the fact that I have read five of the books used and didn’t recognize a single one from the passages I read.
I have no business buying any more books what with the whole moving 850 miles away next month thing, but I’m probably going to treat myself to this book about the making of Do the Right Thing when I get paid.
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