I ended up liking this a lot, too. It was cozy and twee … but it was genuine.
Enterprise, you need this: H.P. Lovecraft’s The Call of Cthulhu for Beginning Readers.
Love it! And have you seen: http://goodnightdune.com/
Oh, very nice! Thank you.
For what it’s worth, my favorite post-Lovecraft Lovecraftian novel is Resume with Monsters. It’s a blast. Horrifying and hilarious at the same time!
That looks like fun, too!
That is wonderful. I’m going to share it with all my Dune-loving friends.
Sweet Baby Jesus! This needs to be a THING! NOW!
You could start a separate thread, highlighting it, here in Cafe Society if you like.
I know I’ve seen this before, but I forgot all about it! Thanks much, I put that on folks’ supplementary reading list straight away. Outstanding idea and execution, this. I also rather enjoy Lovecraft is Missing. And thanks for the suggestion of Resume with Monsters–I’ll give that a whirl.
It’s a fantastic lit course, and I think I’ll move on from Lovecraft to Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes and then John Crowley’s Little, Big, if I can manage to get through it myself. I’ve been reading that latter for a while now, and while it’s lovely, it’s not yet quite gripped me.
Finished The Wars of the Roses: Peace and Conflict in Fifteenth-Century England, by John Gillingham. Very good and informative. The author, a historian, argues that Shakespeare’s portrayal of the period in many of his historical tragedies as one of massive devastation of the land was wide of the mark, that the series of three wars barely affected the Average Joe in England at all. The handful of actual battles were spread over 32 years and each one very brief, lasting less than a day. The absence of walled towns in England like were found on the continent meant siege warfare was virtually nonexistent, certainly not on a large scale. He argues the widespread political crises largely affected only the upper crust and that this was for most Englishmen a period of prosperity and technological advance, much more deserving of the Golden Age tag than the Elizabethan era of 100 years later. But it is easy to think you’re reading the machinations of George RR Martin. I kept envisioning Henry VI’s queen, Margaret of Anjou, looking like Cersei.
Now I’ve checked some more John Grisham out of the library. First up is The Pelican Brief. I never did see the Julia Roberts film version.
Just started The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There, by Catherynne Valente.
Just finished "A Room With a View, " which was great. Thanks to all who recommended it.
Now I’ve just started Dorothy Sayers’ “Murder Must Advertise.”
I just finished The Goldfinch, which I loved despite the fact that it’s an overly wordy literary novel (I had to read it for a class, and kind of expected to hate it).
I’m halfway through Beloved (same class), and not at all looking forward to the second half. What a dull, annoying book. I expected to like it because I was told it was a horror story, but the language is so pretentious and poetic and full of itself that it buries a perfectly good horror story in word soup. Doesn’t help that it’s a total “chick” book, and, despite being female, I don’t like chick lit. Especially chick lit that focuses on babies and pregnancy and children.
I came across a copy of I Am A Strange Loop and I am absolutely fascinated by it although I am pretty sure I understand a tenth, at best, of what he’s trying to say.
I came across a copy of I Am A Strange Loop and I am absolutely fascinated by it although I am pretty sure I understand a tenth, at best, of what he’s trying to say.
I came across a copy of I Am A Strange Loop and I am absolutely fascinated by it although I am pretty sure I understand a tenth, at best, of what he’s trying to say.
Ned? Ned Ryerson?
I finished Blind this morning. It was interesting at the beginning, with the main character learning how to cope with her blindness, but then turned into a long, dull, and implausible novel about teenagers.
I’m starting now on The Hundred-Year House. I had looked forward to this one, but at approximately 30 pages in, it’s not grabbing me yet.
I read and disliked The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie about a billion years ago. An acquaintance who loves the book prompted me to give it another shot. I’m about a quarter into the thing and already commisserating with my 19 year old self cause, boy howdy, a little bit of Miss Jean goes an awfully long way! 