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Let me just say that if you have a good long transit, and are a reasonably quick reader, I recommend Austin Grossman's Soon I Will Be Invincible. Actually, even a short flight would be fine to read it. It really zips pretty quickly. It's a very simple celebration of universal Comic Book characters, plots, tropes, and cliches wrapped in a glazed patina of post-modern self-acknowledging parody. It's not as biting or relentlessly deconstructed as other works have been, which definitely works in its favor. It manages to capture the essence of fun which is supposed to be inherent in superhero stories, while focusing primarily on the internal frailties of the two protagonists.
And I just love a global-threat supervillain with meglomaniacal delusions of grandeur whose internal monologue is consistent with any snarky, down-in-the-mouth, outsider-geek memoir of quiet desperation while his actual dialogue includes such jems as "Greetings, Insects!" and has him tape a napkin over his face to prevent his secret identity from being discovered...when he's in a Starbucks. Glee, really. I think that is what I am feeling.
Quick book, really. A few hours. Plenty of you will rip through it.
No luck identifying my fruit-in-dreams. If any of you out there know if a fruit what looks like an grape mixed with a pomegrante seed, no noticable flesh to it, grows in leafy bunches which are easily plucked, please let me know. Sort of dark indigo in color, swollen with their internal juice. I had a dream a few nights back in which I was snacking on these. They grow on some bush on a slope leading out from the backdoor of some house I never lived in in my youth. Oddly enough, I recognized this dream setting as one I had previously visited (repeatedly) some decades ago.
I really missed snacking on those berries/fruit. I didn't realize it until I was doing it. It was sort of something that recaptured my childhood - but confusing because I didn't know why I had forgotten these things.
Hmm. Whatever.
-12th
And I just love a global-threat supervillain with meglomaniacal delusions of grandeur whose internal monologue is consistent with any snarky, down-in-the-mouth, outsider-geek memoir of quiet desperation while his actual dialogue includes such jems as "Greetings, Insects!" and has him tape a napkin over his face to prevent his secret identity from being discovered...when he's in a Starbucks. Glee, really. I think that is what I am feeling.
Quick book, really. A few hours. Plenty of you will rip through it.
No luck identifying my fruit-in-dreams. If any of you out there know if a fruit what looks like an grape mixed with a pomegrante seed, no noticable flesh to it, grows in leafy bunches which are easily plucked, please let me know. Sort of dark indigo in color, swollen with their internal juice. I had a dream a few nights back in which I was snacking on these. They grow on some bush on a slope leading out from the backdoor of some house I never lived in in my youth. Oddly enough, I recognized this dream setting as one I had previously visited (repeatedly) some decades ago.
I really missed snacking on those berries/fruit. I didn't realize it until I was doing it. It was sort of something that recaptured my childhood - but confusing because I didn't know why I had forgotten these things.
Hmm. Whatever.
-12th