The Nagging of the Subject Line
Currently 81˚F in the house, and 82˚F outside the house. Our multitude of fans are spinning. But at least I'm not cold. I might have slept two hours last night. The Seroquel has been leaving me both foggy and tense, and I didn't take it last night. So, no sleep.
I dozed off sometime after dawn, and then I awoke an hour later with my hair drenched and matted with sweat.
There's not a lot to report. I've been trying to make progress on the screenplay, and when that doesn't work, I'm turning to the Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales manuscript. Proofreading, editing. Trying the undo mistakes I made in 1997, 1999, 2001, 2002. It's goddamn tedious and depressing work. But this is how I react to reprints, always. Reprints mean revision. I wonder if anyone's ever compared the 1998 text of Silk to the 2007 text of Silk? Or compared each of the dozen or so incarnations of the "The Steam Dancer (1896)"? No piece of prose is ever "finished."
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From Facebook, yesterday:
I strongly recommend Paul Thomas Anderson's 2014 adaptation of Thomas Pynchon's novel Inherent Vice.
Yes, I'm saddened at the news of Hannibal's cancellation, but I've said since the start that it's too smart, weird, and dark for a Big 4 network. So, I'm grateful for the three marvelous seasons (no. 3 amazing me the most, thus far). And perhaps it will be picked up by another network (Showtime, Netflix, Amazon, etc.), though I get the impression that Fuller will be devoting most of his effort of American Gods for Starz.
The "to read" stack beside my bed: Brian Evenson's The Open Curtain, Jeff VanderMeer's Area X (second reading), Stephen Puelo's Dark Tide: The Great Molasses Flood of 1919, Mark Z. Danielewski's The Familiar (Vol. 1), AND Elizabeth Kolbert's Field Notes From A Catastrophe: Man, Nature, and Climate Change.
My copies of the special edition of the Portuguese translation (Brazilian edition) of The Drowning Girl (A Menina Submersa) arrived today. I have to admit I'm a bit pleased at the love this edition is getting. Never thought I'd be big in Brazil.
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Geoffrey visited Sunday night, and we watched the first episode of Season Two of True Detective. I was extremely pleased with it.
I'm managing to simultaneously read "A new metriorhynchoid (Crocodylomorpha, Thalattosuchia) from the Middle Jurassic of Oregon and the evolutionary timing of marine adaptations in thalattosuchian crocodylomorphs" and "Purranisaurus potens Rusconi, an enigmatic metriorhynchid from the Late Jurassic-Early Cretaceous of the Neuquén Basin." There's a lot of overlap.
I think that's all for now.
Later,
Aunt Beast
I dozed off sometime after dawn, and then I awoke an hour later with my hair drenched and matted with sweat.
There's not a lot to report. I've been trying to make progress on the screenplay, and when that doesn't work, I'm turning to the Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales manuscript. Proofreading, editing. Trying the undo mistakes I made in 1997, 1999, 2001, 2002. It's goddamn tedious and depressing work. But this is how I react to reprints, always. Reprints mean revision. I wonder if anyone's ever compared the 1998 text of Silk to the 2007 text of Silk? Or compared each of the dozen or so incarnations of the "The Steam Dancer (1896)"? No piece of prose is ever "finished."
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From Facebook, yesterday:
I strongly recommend Paul Thomas Anderson's 2014 adaptation of Thomas Pynchon's novel Inherent Vice.
Yes, I'm saddened at the news of Hannibal's cancellation, but I've said since the start that it's too smart, weird, and dark for a Big 4 network. So, I'm grateful for the three marvelous seasons (no. 3 amazing me the most, thus far). And perhaps it will be picked up by another network (Showtime, Netflix, Amazon, etc.), though I get the impression that Fuller will be devoting most of his effort of American Gods for Starz.
The "to read" stack beside my bed: Brian Evenson's The Open Curtain, Jeff VanderMeer's Area X (second reading), Stephen Puelo's Dark Tide: The Great Molasses Flood of 1919, Mark Z. Danielewski's The Familiar (Vol. 1), AND Elizabeth Kolbert's Field Notes From A Catastrophe: Man, Nature, and Climate Change.
My copies of the special edition of the Portuguese translation (Brazilian edition) of The Drowning Girl (A Menina Submersa) arrived today. I have to admit I'm a bit pleased at the love this edition is getting. Never thought I'd be big in Brazil.
---
Geoffrey visited Sunday night, and we watched the first episode of Season Two of True Detective. I was extremely pleased with it.
I'm managing to simultaneously read "A new metriorhynchoid (Crocodylomorpha, Thalattosuchia) from the Middle Jurassic of Oregon and the evolutionary timing of marine adaptations in thalattosuchian crocodylomorphs" and "Purranisaurus potens Rusconi, an enigmatic metriorhynchid from the Late Jurassic-Early Cretaceous of the Neuquén Basin." There's a lot of overlap.
I think that's all for now.
Later,
Aunt Beast