Exploit your attic, keep the skylight bright

[sovay]

My flash "Anonymity," otherwise known as Anonymous Annoyed Me So I Wrote Will/Kit, has been accepted by Fantastique Unfettered for their Shakespeare Unfettered special issue. I am rather pleased about this, especially since it was written as a complete in-joke.

I had the very great pleasure this morning of waking a little after six o'clock and seeing the snow on all the roofs and wires, underwater blue (Angela Carter, subaqueous) in the light just before dawn, and going straight back to bed and not moving until after noon. I slept eleven hours. Didn't make as much difference as I'd like, but I'm still catching up on a rocky week. Didn't matter. There was snow and I didn't have to shovel it and I went back to sleep.

lesser_celery showed me the first two episodes of Peter Gunn (1958–61) tonight. They're wonderful stylish noir shorts; I recognized the music immediately. I just associated it with the Blues Brothers.

DooWee & Rice has made the Globe's Cheap Eats.

What is this about a blizzard?

Comments

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

Well done, you! It's always good to know you have more fiction out there.

A friend of mine wrote a song called "Subaqueous".

I remember The Art of Noise's cover of the Gunn theme! Never actually seen the show.

[sovay]

Well done, you! It's always good to know you have more fiction out there.

Thank you! It's short, but it does not have line breaks.

A friend of mine wrote a song called "Subaqueous".

Tell your friend I approve.

Never actually seen the show.

It really is like film noir in half-hour installments, fast-forwarded a decade: very atmospheric, wet night streets, docklands in fog, jazz playing everywhere; the protagonist's girlfriend is a singer in a dive called Mother's where the hatchet-faced proprietress looks like she goes back to Prohibition. He has a sometime friend on the force, a weary lieutenant in a rumpled suit. Everyone talks stylized, obliquely. Everybody's deadpan, because this isn't a world where you show you care. It's not realism, but I still appreciate that Gunn walks around with bruises after getting beaten up. It's a full decade earlier, but there are ways in which it reminds me more than anything else of The Prisoner. It's just that slight click off from here.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

Oh, I think I'd like this. (There was a rock club in sixties Birmingham called Mother's; I can't imagine that being a coincidence. One side of "Ummagumma" got recorded there.)