In which there are small islands, house-words, hanging rocks, and pretentious comics
- I unfucked my kitchen, which I'm mostly reporting because the word "unfuck" meaning "make better" appeals to my asexual self enormously, lol. I had time because the tail end of Storm Angus arrived yesterday with rain heavy enough to cause localised flooding. It was so dark at midday that I needed indoor lights on and might as well not have drawn the curtains all day. /gloom
- Did you know Picnic at Hanging Rock originally had a feminist science fiction ending but the publisher made the author, Joan Lindsay, leave it out so the novel read more as a white girls in peril trope, murder mystery genre story. I'd forgotten I knew that once upon a time. Interesting literary history, y/y?
- Reading, books 2016, 205
181. Phonogram, vol.2, The Singles Club, by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie, 2009, is a graphic novel with a self-contained story (like Phonogram vol.1 and 3). I enjoyed it marginally more than the last time I read it but on this occasion I hadn't read Rue Britannia immediately before and that probably worked in Singles Club's favour. Either way, I stand by my previous comments. (4/5)
• Emily Aster speaks my brains, lol: "Everyone I know is a bad person with great taste in records. I can afford to hold some of them in contempt."
182. Suburban Glamour, by Jamie McKelvie, 2008, is thoroughly reviewed in my 2014 post because I was smarter back then. This time I also thought the "GILLEN'S A KNOB" graffiti juxtaposed with the phallic tap was funny because apparently I've regressed to the age of 12. (3.5/5)
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