I have been sick for weeks. First there was March into April. Then there was the stomach flu at the end of April. As soon as that wore off, I got the ear infections. I've still got the ear infections. Now I have a sinus infection starting and I'm waiting for a doctor to call me back and tell me what the hell; in the meantime, I am exhausted all the time and I feel like a mental blank and I am not writing anything. It's very tiring.
I found a used trade paperback of Mary Stewart's The Hollow Hills (1973) at the Harvard Book Store on Saturday; it has a dreadful cover, but I don't have to look at it while I'm reading. I'm honestly unsure whether I've re-read the book since high school, college at the latest. The Crystal Cave (1970) was the one I always went back to. Merlin's voice is still familiar. Still there.
From today's file of Things I Had No Idea: a short film adaptation of Angela Carter's "The Lady of the House of Love." It's the video for Daisy Chainsaw's "Hope Your Dreams Come True" (1992). I saw it mentioned on the internet and wondered if they meant "inspired by," but no, it's remarkably close (and then it's dedicated to her at the end, so there's no doubt). It's done in the style of a silent movie. Not quite Caligari, but the shot of the Countess in her cobweb-hung bedroom is amazing. Plus I don't know how I missed this band at the time; I should like more of them, please.
I found a used trade paperback of Mary Stewart's The Hollow Hills (1973) at the Harvard Book Store on Saturday; it has a dreadful cover, but I don't have to look at it while I'm reading. I'm honestly unsure whether I've re-read the book since high school, college at the latest. The Crystal Cave (1970) was the one I always went back to. Merlin's voice is still familiar. Still there.
From today's file of Things I Had No Idea: a short film adaptation of Angela Carter's "The Lady of the House of Love." It's the video for Daisy Chainsaw's "Hope Your Dreams Come True" (1992). I saw it mentioned on the internet and wondered if they meant "inspired by," but no, it's remarkably close (and then it's dedicated to her at the end, so there's no doubt). It's done in the style of a silent movie. Not quite Caligari, but the shot of the Countess in her cobweb-hung bedroom is amazing. Plus I don't know how I missed this band at the time; I should like more of them, please.
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