quote Poe again
After finally seeing Inception last night, I have decided it is probably time to abandon my previous policy of immediately rejecting any film based on the amount of hype it receives. I mean, really, any movie in which Tom Hardy calls Joseph Gordon-Levitt "darling" is all right by me.
I still find Leonardo DiCaprio to be rather dull, however. Not my cup of tea. *ducks various projectiles*
The only thing worse than Rapture jokes or, on the other side of the spectrum, loud and eager doomsaying, are I survived the Rapture jokes. When will we stop giving these ego fiends the attention they do not deserve? (I realize by even mentioning this that I am unintentionally giving any of the people in question attention, but I'll draw the line at naming names, at least, and leave it at that.) Also, I always can't help but wonder (albeit morbidly) about the folks who say that the human race needs to be recycled - would they be first to volunteer for the bin if the opportunity arose? Somehow I doubt it.
If you're looking for a book or two to disappear into for a few days, I strongly recommend The Paris Wife by Paula McLain and The Great Night by Chris Adrian. The first is an exquisite and heart tumbling chronicle of the genesis and dissolution of a relationship, the second a whimsical, sad, and weird journey down the rabbit hole. Adrian's Puck all but leaps off the pages.
One thing The Paris Wife did make me curious about is The Sun Also Rises. Generally I am not a fan of Hemingway's style or the way he draws his female characters - (I remember quite distinctly studying A Farewell to Arms in senior English in high school and declaring Catherine a turnip when we were asked our opinion of her), but I am somewhat fascinated by the Lost Generation and all the minds who were a part of it. Has anyone read it? Will I throw it at the wall a few pages in, or is it an essential masterpiece?
I still find Leonardo DiCaprio to be rather dull, however. Not my cup of tea. *ducks various projectiles*
The only thing worse than Rapture jokes or, on the other side of the spectrum, loud and eager doomsaying, are I survived the Rapture jokes. When will we stop giving these ego fiends the attention they do not deserve? (I realize by even mentioning this that I am unintentionally giving any of the people in question attention, but I'll draw the line at naming names, at least, and leave it at that.) Also, I always can't help but wonder (albeit morbidly) about the folks who say that the human race needs to be recycled - would they be first to volunteer for the bin if the opportunity arose? Somehow I doubt it.
If you're looking for a book or two to disappear into for a few days, I strongly recommend The Paris Wife by Paula McLain and The Great Night by Chris Adrian. The first is an exquisite and heart tumbling chronicle of the genesis and dissolution of a relationship, the second a whimsical, sad, and weird journey down the rabbit hole. Adrian's Puck all but leaps off the pages.
One thing The Paris Wife did make me curious about is The Sun Also Rises. Generally I am not a fan of Hemingway's style or the way he draws his female characters - (I remember quite distinctly studying A Farewell to Arms in senior English in high school and declaring Catherine a turnip when we were asked our opinion of her), but I am somewhat fascinated by the Lost Generation and all the minds who were a part of it. Has anyone read it? Will I throw it at the wall a few pages in, or is it an essential masterpiece?