2019-05-14

sovay: (Rotwang)
In case I have not complained about it before, our apartment was wired by someone who understood electricity but not, say, circuit load capacity, so it regularly blows out lights like we just presented it with a birthday cake. The living room for the last two weeks has been stupidly dim. [personal profile] spatch just heroically replaced the bulbs in the ceiling fixture, so I curled up on the well-illuminated couch and read Jérôme Ferrari's The Principle (2015), Henry Green's Party Going (1939), and Barbara Comyns' The Juniper Tree (1985). The first is essentially a ghost poem for Werner Heisenberg, complete with second-person address and the same haunting, central metaphor that applies so irresistibly to the indeterminacy of human motivations; the second is a comedy of going nowhere, a round-robin of romances and misapprehensions around a fog-bound train station and hotel; the third is a retelling of the Grimm fairy tale à la Pamela Dean, where all of a sudden the pattern of the story springs out of what heretofore could be mistaken for ordinary, only slightly allusive life. I liked all three of them and feel vaguely envious of the ghost novel, since Heisenberg is one of the historical figures I think about periodically, but it's never come to anything. I am three and a half out of four with Green so far, so will continue appreciating that the recent NYRB reprints regularly fetch up in my local used book stores. Comyns seems to be rarer and I may resort to libraries like a person with my actual income level. Autolycus dozed on my lap throughout.
sovay: (Sovay: David Owen)
I spent most of the day away from the news and therefore did not see until an e-mail from [personal profile] selkie arrived just as [personal profile] spatch got home that Alabama is doing its unforgivable best to bring on Gilead. And then in the sidebar was Mel Gibson, the chaser nobody ordered. So I am in a somewhat scratchier mood at the moment than I was for the aforementioned most of the day, which I spent primarily with [personal profile] phi and presently with their husband, child, and child's godparents, all of whom are excellent people to have unplanned dinner with. Said child is seventeen months old and adorable, whether finger-painting with yogurt or trying to Tinkertoy four different colors of tea strainer together. I had previously never given much consideration to the sea buckthorn, but it turns out that when it's made into Sanddornlikör I have opinions and they are favorable. I have been pointed in the direction of Princess Awesome for my niece who loves glitter and building things. I walked all the way home from North Cambridge both because the buses suck and because my normal stamina is finally starting to come back online. I was on Highland when I saw a man taking a Great Pyrenees for a walk, by which I mean that the enormous white dog was happily trotting and he was pedaling his bicycle to keep up with it. Here are a couple of links that are not terrible.

1. Bogi Takács' Algorithmic Shapeshifting has launched! I blurbed the book and generally recommend you check it out.

2. Courtesy of [personal profile] moon_custafer: Charles McGraw changes the channel. (I am the source of the description in the tags. I'm still proud of it.)

3. I showed this strip to Rob and he exclaimed, "Fumetti!" I hadn't realized that style of hand-annotated photocollage was being used for comics as far back as 1930, but everything is older than I think and I'm glad of it.

Being in the world is exhausting right now; I am glad I know people who are good to be in it with.
Page generated 2025-09-08 06:21
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios