__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
I hear the sequel is set on the moon. Sounds promising...Like she lives in space, or something.
Oh, you card, you!
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
since this is for really smart people and all, i've been delving through the many corridors of existentialism and it's predecessors. from what i've come across:
the stranger - albert camus
the trial, various short stories - franz kafka
notes from underground - fyodor dostoevsky
and
nausea - jean-paul sartre
are all excellent. less so for nausea and notes from underground, even though those are the most dense of the texts...they're not very fun to read.
Who wants to read fun books? Idiots? Idiots? Idiots?
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
the latter. the stranger and especially the trial are great reads though, along with being psychologically penetrating and philosophically provocative.
The book I'm currently reading at the moment is Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino. It's beautiful and everybody should read this book at least once. That is all.
Except for a quote..or two..
"Trading Cities 4
In Ersilia, to establish the relationships that sustain the city's life, the inhabitants stretch strings from the corners of the houses, white or black or gray or black-and-white according to whether they mark a relationdhip of blood, of trade, authority, agency. When the strings become so numerous that you can no longer pass among them, the inhabitants leave: the houses are dismantled; only the strings and their supports remain.
From a mountainside, camping with their household goods, Ersilia's refugees look at the labyrinth of taut strings and poles that rise in the plain. That is the city of Ersilia still, and they are nothing.
They rebuild Ersilia elsewhere. They weave a similar pattern of strings which they would like to be more complex and at the same time more regular than the other. Then they abandon it and take themselves and their houses still farther away.
Thus, when traveling in the territory of Ersilia, you come upon the ruins of abandoned cities, without the walls which do not last, without the bones of the dead which the wind rolls away: spiderwebs of intricate relationships seeking a form."
Fedora is my favourite city...at some point I might quote that passage. But just read the book...
never connected with calvino. i read path to the nest of spiders last year and thought it was pretty awful, though to be fair, that is his first novel.
The Road - Cormac McCarthy
The Book Of Lost Things - John Conolly
The Children's Hospital - Chris Adrian
Theft: A love Story - Peter Carey
I don't know which one to get next...
Any other recommendations would be welcome...
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
alls i's knows is that cormac mccarthy is supposedly one of four most important writers in his generation, along with philip roth, thomas pynchon, and some other guy.
jerzy kosinsky. he was one of the first in this whole transgressive movement that jg ballard, chuck palahniuk, and bret easton ellis are carrying along. and his personal life is rife with controversy; it's possible he didn't even write any of his novels.
i found out easton ellis wrote less than zero when he was like nineteen. that makes me feel
I liked reading The Swarm (Der Shwarm - or something stupid) by that German guy, Klaus Beer Shwargenstermen (or something stupid). It was suitably apocalyptic and quite pertinent, wouldn't you say what? What.
Anyway, I also thought The Traveller was pretty good, despite being a little cheesy. Ya, ya, ya...Some books by Christopher Moore are readably funny, too.
PS. All of you suck d*ck professionally for the Kingdom of D*ck Twangalang.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
I read that Book Of Lost Things, and liked it. It'd make an interesting movie for someone like Burton, Gilliam, or Del Toro to direct.
I haven't read anything by McCarthy yet. Are all his books pretty bleak?
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Feb 27th, 2007 03:17 PM
Thanks for the sig skeets! You don't get harmony when everbody sings the same note! I love the Cocaine smillie 
