littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
I'll do one more quick one before I grab a shower and head off to more apartment-hunting :-P

Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

Five from [ profile] eriksangel15:

4.48 psychosis: This is completely the fault of [ profile] bethofalltrades...well...after my Theatre History II teacher, Michelle. Michelle introduced me to Phaedra's Love which is quite a wild piece of shock theatre by Sarah Kane. I then proceeded to read Blasted, also in the same vein and in the book I had borrowed from the library, and then I found out that Beth loved Sarah Kane and had an extra copy of her complete works that she proceeded to send me to read. I fell head-over-heels for 4.48 Psychosis. Since then I've dreamed of one day being involved in a production of it. I would both like to direct it and act in it (though not in the same production). It's dark and twisted and honest and raw and wonderful. I have a director's book in constant progress for the play, and I pick it up and work on it every now and again when I get a bug to.

Arlene Hutton: pulled from my interests list, and apparently I need to update them! I directed a play by Arlene Hutton my final year in college. I hadn't done any directing for a while, and I was really involved with other stuff for my archaeology classes, so it wasn't what it should have been, but the play is really dark and great. Like the above--very raw and real and fantastic. The play is called I Dream Before I Take the Stand and it's about a woman who was sexually assaulted (it never makes clear if she was actually raped or not), and she's having a dream (more like a nightmare) about the trial and interrogation before she actually takes the stand herself.

Mark Z. Danielewski: Oh, MZD, how I adore you! *coughs* has written two of my personal absolute top ten novels ever--House of Leaves and Only Revolutions. HoL took him ten years to write, and OR took him six years. They are both extremely involved puzzles of books. HoL is mostly faux academia (which I'll go into below since it is also a topic) with a wild story woven in on top of it, and OR is a stream-of-conscious joy ride across history and across the country (and a love story to end all love stories--not nearly happily ever after, but kinda in it's own twisted way). I'm actually using a piece from Only Revolutions for my vows at my wedding--that chapter of the book made me cry when I read beautiful and true. I've been to see him on book tour twice (once with [ profile] peazgrl1545 in Chicago, and once in Columbus on my way from Cincy to Kalamazoo last year). One day I will get the OR symbol as a tattoo, and it will really be the perfect compliment to Dan's Ulysses "Yes" tattoo.

10th Kingdom: I saw The 10th Kingdom when it first aired on NBC in the spring of 2000! The whole damn thing. All five nights. I had seen the previews and knew I would love it so much that I started recording the whole thing from day one so I didn't have to wait for video of it to be released and in my hands. My friend at the time and I were hopelessly crushing on Wolfy, and we were quoting it all over the place, and we were writing silly fanfics about it...we were crazy about it! Nine years later I still get giddy and silly over it. I LOVE IT!!! "Love of my life, let down your lustrous locks!" And..."This meat is dangerously overcooked! When I say rare, I mean let it look at the oven in terror and then bring it out to me! *rawr*" hehehehe...I'm such a dork. It's the perfect real life meets fairy tale story, and it's such an adorable and adult version. I could still, to this day, sit down and watch the entire seven and a half hours in one sitting...I kid you not.

House of Leaves: MZD's first novel. This book tells the story of a house bigger on the inside than on the outside (to put it simply). There is a bunch of faux academia surrounding this part of the story, and you also get journal entry footnotes that go on for pages from the person who found the manuscript and is currently reading it (I love stories within stories). The story goes that anyone who has the manuscript is driven slowly insane...but I'm really over simplifying it. This book has grabbed so many people, and there is SO MUCH to the book, that there are grad level university courses on the thing. People obsess over the book. This book involves almost any subject of study you can think's really wild, and it's not hard to see how it took ten years to complete.


Jan. 17th, 2009 05:47 pm
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
Like all lovers, they had soon assembled (as on a revolving stage) the places where the scenes of their drama alternately took place: a little Ukrainian diner whose windows were always occluded with steam, where the tea was black and so was the bread; the Folding Bedroom of course; a vast gloomy theater encrusted with Egyptian decoration, where the movies were cheap and changed often and played into the morning; the Nite Owl market; the Seventh Saint Bar & Grill.

--Little, Big, by John Crowley

This is the sort of book that you just fall into. Very fantastical, but very real, too. I was suggested it by a person I didn't even really know, so I found myself surprised to actually pick it up at the library and fall for it.

This quote suddenly had me mentally assembling my own such places--the places I see when I envision a certain friendship or other relationship. Each person in the book my memory with their own little movies.

...obviously I've been reading and reminiscing too much lately.
littlelotte: (OR)
I wanted to jot it down before I forgot...I just came across somebody in a community mentioning doing literary readings rather than bible readings at their ceremony. Since neither of us are of the Bible-reading type, and our ceremony is going to be non-religious, I suddenly had this flash of an idea...

I want to do my vows from Only Revolutions, of course, and I think I've got it completely set. Dan mentioned something about possibly doing his from the Penelope chapter of Ulysses, but I'm not sure if there's anything really really appropriate for that. For those of you who don't know either of those novels, the author of Only Revolutions loves James Joyce, and there are many Joycean/Ulysses nods in OR. Of course (bad Lindsay!) I still haven't actually read the entirety of Ulysses, so I don't know (for those not aware, Dan has "Yes" tattooed on his arm--bonus points for those of you who get it, and mass confusion for those who don't ;-)). I am thinking, however, that it might be a really really cool idea to have one of our more literary-minded friends (it has to be somebody who gets it) read a passage from it between processional and the start of the ceremony! Given the subject matter, it could be brilliant!

the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharans and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down Jo me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

God I love James Joyce. Why have I not read this novel yet?
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
I got Granny into His Dark Materials! We were just talking about it on AIM :-D I knew she'd love it, though, that's why I gave it to her for Christmas. I got her the Lantern Slides edition with all three books in one. Oh! That reminds me! I took photos of the Lantern Slides before I wrapped the book. I'll type them out at some point.

Dan and I watched HP5 tonight. It reminded me that I need to reread the books. I also need to reread the Twilight series already. I want to reread His Dark Materials, but I don't know if I can handle the heartbreak again yet.

I'm babbling tonight. Maybe I'll start the first HP book right about now. I can get an hour of reading in before I really should turn in for the night. I don't work until 11 tomorrow.
littlelotte: (Books - Read)
I just started Italo Calvino's If on a winter's night a traveler and was hooked by the first lines. This really has to be the most brilliant first chapter ever written, and one perfect for any true lover of books...

In the shop window you have promptly identified the cover with the title you were looking for. Following this visual trail, you have forced your way through the shop past the thick barricade of Books You Haven't Read, which were frowning at you from the tables and shelves, trying to cow you. But you know you must never allow yourself to be awed, that among them there extend for acres and acres the Books You Needn't Read, the Books Made For Purposes Other Than Reading, Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong To The Category Of Books Read Before Being Written. And thus you pass the outer girdle of ramparts, but then you are attacked by the infantry of the Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered. With a rapid maneuver you bypass them and move into the phalanxes of the Books You Mean To Read But There Are Others You Must Read First, the Books Too Expensive Now And You'll Wait Till They're Remaindered, the Books ditto When They Come Out In Paperback, Books You Can Borrow From Somebody, Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too. Eluding these assaults, you come up beneath the towers of the fortress, where other troops are holding out: . . .


The entire first chapter. I insist you take ten minutes to read it if you love books:

This icon has never been more appropriate ;-)
littlelotte: (Winter)
In the coffeeshop at the moment, and about to finish up that meme I posted earlier this week. This is my first time in this particular incarnation. When I started college it used to be Boogie's and I came here once with [ profile] clearmind, and [ profile] paxtonblue, and probably [ profile] jolove...or maybe [ profile] ksakowsky. Later, Boogie's closed down and it became Ali Baba's Hookah Lounge and I spent a fair amount of time here eating exceptional Middle Eastern food while Dan smoked a hookah. After Ali Baba's closed it became Ravenwood (another coffeeshop which I only came to a few times), and now it's Dino's. Really, everything now is like Ravenwood, only I heard the Ravenwood owner was caught up in drug dealing and went too far into debt, even though the coffeeshop was profitable enough. The decor is a little less yuppy now (which I like...I thought Ravenwood was trying too hard to be Starbucks or something), and they actually serve their drinks in real ceramic mugs rather than just to-go cups.

Odd...just ran into a girl from work here. That's the trouble of being a mid-twenty-something who likes to spend too much time in coffeeshops--lots of college kids around. I think that's one reason I spent so much time at 4th Coast before Dan started working there--it didn't seem to have so many college kids hanging I know everybody there too well, though.

Bought more books today. The trouble with an extra paycheck and not spending nearly $800 on rent and utilities is that I only sort of cringe when I drop over $30 on books. I picked up a wonderful book called The Art of the Bar. It's absolutely gorgeous and has amazing stories and tidbits and recipes in it. I also picked up a random other book that I keep seeing quotes from and finally snagged. I did get one Christmas present. Now only a thousand or so left :-P I also was thumbing through the huge His Dark Materials collection (all three books in one volume) and discovered that it has extras after each book! I'm attempting to find them online, but it's not happening. I nearly started crying in the middle of Meijer when I read about Will's "sense" and precision that he had learned in usign the Subtle Knife and how it helped him in later years after he became a doctor. Then there was the piece about 18-year-old Lyra in one of the libraries studying books on her alethiometer and how something suddenly clicked for her--"There's a pattern! That's why they are the way they are!" and how suddenly it was like the sun had come out on a cloudy day. It then mentioned how that was the second thing she told Will at the Botanical Gardens the following day. *whimpers horribly*

Also, I am enjoying myself immensely. I'm attempting to find that old balance I once had between independence and spending time with Dan. I haven't had an evening truly to myself like this in quite a while.
littlelotte: (G&T)
New icon! I <3 Hendricks. Obviously. And now there's somewhere in Kalamazoo that serves it...for only $5! And it's the sushi restaurant! I can't even express my delight right now.

I had Indian food for lunch in Kentucky yesterday with the Partner of the Cincy CiP. It was good, but I compare everything to Saffron, it seems. They used sweeter spices at this place, and Saffron's staples are more earthy--I prefer the earthier flavors. The buffet was awesome, though--it had a great selection. Also, my boss used to work in fine dining and has a real passion for the industry--I love that, and he always has interesting stories. After lunch I finally went to the Creation Museum. It was really rather "eh" to me, as I'm really not terribly familiar with the Bible. It's also actually pretty sparse, aside from the gorgeous botanical gardens outside. I think I would have had far more fun if I would have had somebody to boggle at it with who is either far meaner than I, or who knows the Bible a lot better than I do. The place really stumped, amused, and terrified me. The reasonings are obviously warped, but there's practically no real explanations for things--just questions intended to place doubt about the sciences' findings and reasonings. My camera is full of pictures from it, but I need to resize and upload them. I won't post the actual images on my journal, as there are too many, and because I need them to stay a reasonably large size for people to be able to read the signs I took photos of. There are way too many dinosaurs, too. I did learn some things, though, if you take the God-spin off of them. The planetarium show, minus sayings like "Nebulae are God's artwork," was actually pretty interesting and informative. It was really terrifying, though, to see families there really getting into it and discussing things. In the "Valley of Corruption" area (LOL!) there was a speaker stating a handful of random statistics like "The average parent only spends 30 minutes a day with their children" and "One in three pregnancies end in abortion," and there was a family holding a discussion about these things. Granted, I find the parent/children statistic as sad and disturbing as your average evangelical, but the tidbits I overheard from these families really drove in the reality that many of these children are home-schooled and are being brought up with these things as solid fact. These children are practically brainwashed and not given the opportunity to question any of it. I have absolutely no grudge against a believer of any religion (as I'm religious myself, even though it's not of the Christian variety), but it saddens and disturbs me when people aren't given the opportunity to question and decide things for themselves.

Anyway...enough of that. After the CM I went to Ohio State in Columbus to see MZD read and speak. The professor who introduced him obviously didn't know much about him (couldn't say his name, which you can find a pronunciation of anywhere online, only mentioned him writing "two books"--what about T50YS?!, etc...). MZD started by saying he's been into revisiting things a lot lately, and how he recently reread HoL again and one part suddenly struck him as talking about OR. He read one of Johnny's footnotes (from May 1998, I believe--I'll have to look up the date...I wrote it down), and then three parts from OR--Sam (when Hailey suggests leaving St. Louis), Hailey (the section or two right after the Sam one he read), and Sam's final section ("Ever Sixteen"). I wanted to die right there when he started saying "And now I'm going to commit a terrible treason and read from the end of the book" because I knew I was going to start crying in the middle of it...which, of course, I did. I had him sign the opposite side of my hardcover (he signed the Hailey side in Chicago last year), and bought the paperback to have him sign for Dan. Side note: he remembered us from Chicago, Julie! I added my own inscription to Dan on the dedication page of the other side and gave it to him today. Oh! Also, the person in front of me bought the paperback as a wedding gift for some friends of his that are getting married on Saturday. MZD asked him how he wanted him to sign it, and after he found out it was for a wedding gift he signed really sweet personalized messages--one for the bride on Hailey's side and one for the groom on Sam's side. It was really awesome. After the reading/signing I drove back to Kalamazoo and am now wasting time at the coffeeshop until Dan is finished with work.

I'm sure I've rambled on for quite long enough, so I'll leave you with a couple of pictures--my new autograph, and the one I wrote for Dan. I'd post the one I had taken with me and MZD, but I look stoned, even though I'm obviously not, so I won't :-P I outlined the o's and "Gold" in my inscription for Dan in yellow after I took this picture. The quote in my second one--the "Faster baby. Let'S never stop." was from one of the readings he did. As soon as he said it, I knew I wanted to do this for Dan because it was so perfect and so us.

...because, as silly and romanticized as it is, he really is my own Leftwrist Twist of Gold.
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
I finally finished the last His Dark Materials book and was a complete wreck. I think I finally found my answer to the "question" Dan and I were discussing last time I was town, though..."Why do people read?"

People read for a lot of reasons. He says his main reason is to learn new things, which is completely acceptable. He's been really into very postmodern books the past couple of years, mainly, and it's a "new ways to see the world as it already exists," in his words. I brought up that a lot of the reason I read the (few) fantasy books I do read is a similar reason--to see new possibilities. He used the "escapism" accusation, which was true at one point for me, but no longer is. Really, theatre was my big "escape." Books like the HDM trilogy open up new possibilities to me, and expand upon possibilities that I've considered before. In return, of course, I had to bring up how I miss how open-minded he used to be, and how much less so he's become over the years.

Anyway, today I realized what a big part of it is for me. Reading to me is a love affair of sorts, and there's nothing more amazing. As I was sitting there trying so hard not to cry my heart out in the coffeeshop, I realized the love and the passion that I get for many of the books I read, and how protective of it I am, too. Don't get me wrong, I've read plenty of books that I was perfectly fine with putting down at the end and didn't have any seemingly lingering affects on me, but then there are these books, and these are the books that I tend to push on particular friends. Once in a while I tell a friend that they have to read a book, or I will (very rarely) buy a book for a friend because I know they just have to read it. These are the books that I actively seek out to read, and a large reason why I don't read as often as I used to--I'm searching for that specific feeling. I'm desperate to devour them, heartbroken and torn to pieces when I have to set them down and leave them, and constantly thinking of them even months and years after they are over. I'm fiercely protective over them, and--as one only finds with a lover who is a piece of themselves--they enter and fill a place and understand in a way that no other person, no other book, could ever possibly--they fulfill a need that you don't even understand you have...they complete you in a very individual and unique way. As secret and fierce and protective as one is with a secret love or a new love, so am I with these books. I don't recommend a series or a title to anybody haphazardly, I have to believe that they would understand even a fraction of what I felt with it. Just as I couldn't entrust any dear friend of mine to just anybody else--as I couldn't possibly let just anybody have those precious pieces of my friends, so could I never just entrust the passion and love I have for these books to just anybody else. These books aren't escapism to me, they're finding another piece of my soul, anchoring a new feeling or something else I need to me.

And that...that is what reading is to me. Learning new things, meeting new people, meeting new pieces of myself, and sharing these new pieces of me with people who can understand.
littlelotte: (Athena - Parthenon)

The final form of my daemon from the Golden Compass site...not surprising, actually, though I have a serious phobia of spiders when they are real and in front of me and all over my apartment in Sterling Heights, and especially after a girl at work in Cincy was bitten by one and had a reaction that heavily implies a brown recluse bite.

I like what one of the characters in the second book said about settled daemons--about how once it settles you learn things you might never have otherwise guessed about yourself. From Wikipedia:

Spiders in symbolism and culture

Main article: Cultural depictions of spiders

There are many references to the spider in popular culture, folklore and symbolism. The spider symbolizes patience for its hunting with web traps, and mischief and malice for its poison and the slow death this causes. It symbolizes possessiveness and storage for its spinning of its prey into a ball and taking it to its burrow (for burrowing species).

Though all spiders do not spin gossamer webs, spiders have been attributed by numerous cultures with the origination of basket-weaving, knotwork, weaving, spinning and net making. Spiders are pervasive throughout folklore and mythology. Spinning and binding is evident in the etymologies of the terms religion, yoga, tantra and wyrd.


Sep. 12th, 2007 01:34 am
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
I'm not one for really commemorating much of anything, but somebody posted this quote in [ profile] literaryquotes for today, and it's one of my favorite books, so I couldn't help but pass it on--because it was obviously a beautiful passage for decades before 9/11, even, and I would have re-posted it even if it had been posted in the middle of June. So, much love to those of you who have more of a mind for commemoration than I do, and to those who feel a specific turmoil that I've never quite been able to feel over this (tragedy, don't get me wrong...but I'm not as empathic as I once was, and don't really feel the inner trouble that many others do--six years later that day still doesn't feel anything but a little surreal to me. I doubt it will ever feel anything else, as I've never been to the city, so I wouldn't know it any other way than the first time I'll see it):

"I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline. Particularly when one can't see the details. Just the shapes. The shapes and the thought that made them. The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. What other religion do we need? And then people tell me about pilgrimages to some dank pesthole in a jungle where they go to do homage to a crumbling temple, to a leering stone monster with a pot belly, created by some leprous savage. Is it beauty and genius they want to see? Do they seek a sense of the sublime? Let them come to New York, stand on the shore of the Hudson, look and kneel. When I see the city from my window - no, I don't feel how small I am - but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body."

-Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

Although, obviously, as an archaeologist I also see the sublime in those crumbling temples.


Mar. 23rd, 2007 07:38 am
littlelotte: (Childlike Empress)
Gorgeous Victorian children's books on the Internet Archives--including lovely full-color pictures...

I have to get ready for work, otherwise I'd be all over looking at these right now. Also, I'm still sick :-( Work is not going to be fun today :-P
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
For the record...I reallyreallyreallyreallyreally love Peter S. Beagle. Really. He wrote The Last Unicorn (which is even more wonderful than the movie that I grew up with and adore so much), and I'm nearly finished with Tamsin now. Love it SO much. So full of wonderful fantastical creatures like boggarts and pookas and billy-blinds and really really well-written *sighs contently* I was up way too late reading last night, and then there was a minor disaster in our bathroom at 2am...and I don't even know what caused it. I just know all of a sudden I was awake and thought that Molly had turned a faucet in the tub on (she does stuff like that), but it was really something leaking into our bathroom from, I think, above (there's no watermarks on the ceiling, though) that created a huge puddle/mess. Dan has to get in touch with our maintenance guy today while I'm at work.

Okay, to work now :-P
littlelotte: (Lindsay mask) Some very amusing things in there, and testament to what working too much can do to a person.

I just finished Tam Lin! Oh how lovely, though I have to admit I was hoping for a less fantastical explanation after such a perfectly normal For those of you wondering, I did know the ballad previous to reading the book. I've loved the ballad since near the end of high school, actually, but never heard it put to music or anything. I've actually tried to find a particular version that [ profile] a_treitell has spoken of on many occasions, but never to any success.

This book really reminded me so much of much. I want Andrea (my roommate for the first two years) to read it and attest to that, too, actually. Near the end, with their Halloween ghost hunt, I was reminded of the ghost in our freshman dorm room--sixth floor Harvey (my personal, two-person, equivalent to fourth floor Ericson, though Jo did live by herself in the suite attached, so it was practically a three-person affair ;-))--and the subsequent informational search we went on. Andrea, Jo, and I spent an entire rainy Saturday in Waldo Library looking through microfiche from the time period that seemed most likely from Andrea's descriptions of having actually seen him on an occasion. We found nothing, and then Jo discovered East Campus and the archives in East Hall thanks to her Speech Path classes (I didn't discover the archives until my historical archaeo class my third year--and by then I had really forgotten the whole thing...I completely forgot about it until I read this book, actually). The best we came up with was a gas leak in our hall back around the seventies, but we had no idea if our floor was a male floor that year, or if the entire hall might have been all-male, and we didn't exactly come up with any actual deaths, either.

I really want to reminisce some more (maybe I'll call Andrea later--I haven't talked to her in quite a while), but I really have to accomplish stuff now.
littlelotte: (Default)
*pouts* I did so want to finish Tam Lin tonight, but it's already past my bedtime (I have to be to work by five tomorrow morning). *sigh* Janet is about to start her...third? year, I think. I just ended chapter 17 or 18--she just picked up a bunch of books thrown out the window by the ghost in the rainstorm.
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
Here's my "January" list...or at least most of it. I'm sure I'll finish one or two more before the month is over, but I'll be doing a library run today or tomorrow so I want to get these all down while I'm thinking about it.

Books 9-15 )


Jan. 9th, 2007 11:52 pm
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
Library day. Finally got Till We Have Faces, as I've been meaning to read it for about three years now. Also got Coraline based on numerous suggestions (wanted to get American Gods, but they didn't have it in, as nearly as many people have told me to read that as Till We Have Faces), a book of Irish legends and stories, and a book of Welsh folktales. I read Mary Zimmerman's Arabian Nights and I was fairly impressed with it, though it didn't hit nearly the same chord that Metamorphoses did. I still have to read her Odyssey.

I started reading a book of Indian stories, but I had to return it. I enjoyed what I read, but I had already rechecked it out once and don't like rechecking books out more than once in a row in case someone else is interested in them. Same goes for the real Arabian Nights first volume. I'll check them out again within the next couple of rounds. I really enjoy the Indian "tale within a tale within a tale" format. Or rather the "tale after tale after tale within a tale" format. The one I read about the king and the corpse actually got a little tedious after a while. I think it was twelve tales within the main one. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every one, but I was too anxious to get on with the main story. I really have to acclimate my mind and patience to that format.

I think I'm going to read Coraline first in this batch. In fact, I think I'm going to start it now. Too bad I have to work in nine hours :-P

Also, I won a $30 gift card to Best Buy at the work party Sunday night. I'm going to get Loreena McKennitt's newest album, but I need another recommendation, too.
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
...and because I really can't decide what to cut, it's rather long...

'It is truly not beyond her capacities to - to take an overdose and leave a letter accusing you - or me - of horrors, of insensitivity, of persecution -'

'Vengefulness can be seen for what it is. Spite and malice can be seen for what they are.'

'You have a robust confidence in human nature. And you simplify. The despair is as real as the spite. They are part of each other.'

'They are failures of imagination.'

'Of course,' says Gerda Himmelblau. 'Of course they are. Anyone who could imagine the terror - the pain - of those who survive a suicide - against whom a suicide is
committed - could not carry it through.'

Her voice has changed. She knows it has. Perry Diss does not speak but looks at her, frowning slightly. Gerda Himmelblau, driven by some pact she made long ago with accuracy, with truthfulness, says,

'Of course, when one is at that point, imagining others becomes unimaginable. Everything seems clear, and simple, and
single; there is only one possible thing to be done -'

Perry Diss says,

'That is true. You look around you and everything is bleached, and clear, as you say. You are in a white box, a white room, with no doors or windows. You are looking through clear water with no movement - perhaps it is more like being inside ice, inside the white room. There is only one thing possible. It is all perfectly clear and simple and plain. As you say.'

--A.S. Byatt, The Matisse Stories, "The Chinese Lobster"
littlelotte: (Lindsay reading)
Well, December to-date...I know I can get one or two more in before the month is out, depending on my schedule. The first one is actually from November, and getting sick and my various issues kept me from doing as much reading this month as last month...oh yeah, that and the whole "It took me forever to get through that one book because I didn't really care for it" thing.

Books 5-8 )
littlelotte: (Winter)
So, since I posted my last entry I have seen two people, one as a comment to somebody on my flist by somebody not even on my flist, use PPS. I take this as a sign that it's perfectly reasonable that the use of multiple s's, rather than multiple p's, is a major pet peeve of mine. Ha.

I was in bed nice and early last night, and now long day ahead today: 9am-3ish admin/key at CiP, 5-? serve on the Tortilla Flats side of the restaurant.

I started and nearly finished A.S. Byatt's collection of short stories, Elementals, yesterday. Love. Lovelovelovelovelove. Especially "Cold." "Crocodile Tears" was quite interesting, too, but "Cold" just shows how amazing her grasp of fairy tale writing is (and is really the only fairy tale like story in the collection, though one more has a few elements of fairy tale in it), and what an amazing storyteller she is in general. The Matisse Stories is next, and I also got The Biographer's Tale, though all I've felt like reading recently are short stories, so The Biographer's Tale may have to wait for another check out while I read V. 1&2 of Arabian Nights instead. Also, I wasn't terribly fond of Tanith Lee's White as Snow It took me about a week and a half to read. Granted, part of that was because I became rather sick, but even before I got sick it was hard to just pick up and continue. I do still want to read Tam Lin because I really am interested in reading a longer version of that tale than the summary of the ballad I read somewhere years ago, I just hope her version of the story is more engaging than this version of Snow White was.
littlelotte: (Default)
This one's for [ profile] realcdaae...

I'm reading the introduction to Tanith Lee's White as Snow with the introduction written by Terri Windling. Windling is mentioning short story adaptations and articles that people who enjoy these sorts of stories may like, and further goes on to mention a few websites worth checking out...

You'll find further information (and book recommendations) on three excellent fairy tale Web sites: Heidi Ann Heiner's "Surlalune Fairy Tale Pages" (, Kay E. Vandergrift's "Snow White Page" (, and Christine Daae's "Introduction to Fairy Tales" (

I loled...and ran immediately to post this ;-)


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