Currently reading:
Amberville. Totally effing weird -- film noir featuring anthropomorphic stuffed animals -- but it's a fun ride. The fact it's translated from Swedish makes it even weirder. I love a good translation, and only getting it 90% right is part of the charm (see:
War With The Newts).
Just started, waiting 'til Amberville is done:
Fool. I'm a total sucker for Christopher Moore, and the longer he writes the better he gets at it. This one's not quite on-par with Lamb thus far, but is in the
Rosencranz and Guildenstern are Dead category.
Next up, trying hard to not just jump right in:
The Steel Remains. Richard Morgan is my favorite current SF author. I see him entering a drinking contest with Charles Stross and beating the stuffing out of him with a chair.
On that note, I heard a rumor that
Thirteen's been optioned for a movie. I'm having trouble imagining anyone other than Vin Diesel in the lead. Dwayne Johnson could be good but he's maybe too funny. And as charming as Chiwetel Ejiofor is, he's just not physically huge enough to pull it off (unless he goes to 300/The Wrestler boot camp for 18 months and loads up on protein shakes).
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