Saturday, April 29, 2017
The thought was ominous and intriguing – to be explorers of unknown lands. The world she’d left behind had been fully mapped well before Willow’s lifetime so it was exciting to think there were other places out there still to be discovered. A finished world is a sad thing, she thought. When everything is understood and complete, there is nothing left but the cold hardness of reality – and reality is a thing with no time for fantasy and dreams.
(from Voyage of the Pale Ship by Greg James)
7*/10. The complete review is here.
Friday, April 28, 2017
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Monday, April 24, 2017
A man was approaching from the northwest stepping out of the sun’s brilliance. She shaded her eyes and watched as he moved easily down the slight incline from the village. A scribal kit was looped over his shoulder and he carried a dagger at his belt. She recognized him after a moment: the man who had knelt to speak with the children at the well, and had seemed to be grieving.
He stopped beyond the well and stood waiting.
“A man!” Henerte snorted. “Just what we need to foul things up!” She straightened and stared at him as he gazed back at her. She raised her voice slightly. “Well? Why doesn’t he come here instead of dawdling there?”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to disturb us,” Nebet suggested.
“A considerate man!” said the Town Scribe’s daughter. “Will wonders never cease?”
(from Mourningtide by Diana Wilder)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Friday, April 21, 2017
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Ever since reading about Benjamin Franklin in an American propaganda leaflet, kite, thunder and key, the undertaker has been obsessed with this business of getting hit in the head by a lightning bolt. All over Europe, it came to him one night in a flash (though not the kind he wanted), at this very moment, are hundreds, who knows maybe thousands, of people walking around, who have been struck by lightning and survived. What stories they could tell!
What the leaflet neglected to mention was that Benjamin Franklin was also a Mason, and given to cosmic forms of practiced jokesterism, of which the United States of America may well have been one.
(from Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon)
8*/10. The full review is here.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
My second point, in fact, was something the convicts had taught me. They all believed that the White people who insisted that it was their Constitutional right to keep military weapons in their homes all looked forward to the day when they could shoot Americans who didn’t have what they had, who didn’t look like their friends and relatives, in a sort of open-air shooting gallery we used to call in Vietnam a “Free Fire Zone.” You could shoot anything that moved, for the good of the greater society, which was always someplace far away, like Paradise.
(from Hocus Pocus by Kurt Vonnegut)
8½*/10. The complete review is here.
Friday, April 14, 2017
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Another sharp right. The Honda screeches and skids the entire way. At the end of the turn the car rocks back and forth slightly on its shocks. This new road is clear of traffic. The car starts to accelerate. I turn my head towards the speedometer to see we are passing 45 mph. That’s it? All that screeching, bouncing and dodging of bag ladies to slightly go over the speed limit? Should I even be fearful for my life? Then I remember who’s driving. Yes. Yes I should be fearful.
(from Chronicles of M, by Nicholas Forristal)
7*/10. The full review is here.
Monday, April 10, 2017
Sunday, April 09, 2017
Saturday, April 08, 2017
Friday, April 07, 2017
Thursday, April 06, 2017
I started this book exactly one month ago. As of today, I've read 476 pages of it, with 300 pages to go. Which is pretty much about the pace I expected to do.
And yes, I also read "lighter" material on the side. If I had to read this book straight through, I'd never make it.
Wednesday, April 05, 2017
Tuesday, April 04, 2017
Monday, April 03, 2017
Sunday, April 02, 2017
Saturday, April 01, 2017
Thor turned to look at her as if she was stupid.
“We are immortals,” he said, simply. (. . .)
“Immortals are what you wanted,” said Thor in a low, quiet voice. “Immortals are what you got. It is a little hard on us. You wanted us to be forever, so we are forever. Then you forget about us. But still we are forever. Now at last, many are dead, many dying,” he then added in a quiet voice, “but it takes a special effort.”
(from The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul by Douglas Adams)
7½*/10. The complete review is here.