Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Hitler scholars assembled, wandered, ate voraciously, laughed through oversized teeth. I sat at my desk in the dark, thinking of secrets.

"Whatever exists," he said. "Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent."

The absolutely most insane depraved bloodsoaked savage novel I have ever read, Blood Meridian is about the Kid, a 14 year old boy from Tennessee who runs away from home and stumbles into the westward expansion of 1849, a nightmare of liquid black apocalypse draining towards the California ocean, dripping over wild alien expanses of desert and chaos and empty void and Indian scalps.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood


Magic magic magic perfect. Although I will always be devoted to the true Margaret Atwood original story, it was just a joy and a delight to see her take on a classic myth.

I can't get enough! It's like a sickness! A wonderful, wonderful sickness! Bought The Blind Assassin today, as I haven't read it since, oh, probably sophomore year of college? All I remember is knowing that it's great enough to warrant a buy, rather than a library check out.

Get ready for more Atwood on the horizon.... I also have a hankering for a lot of Abraham Lincoln biographies. Perhaps that shall be my next kick? WHO EVEN KNOWS?!?!