Review: The Amber Spyglass

The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

On December 24, I started The Amber Spyglass like I did its predecessors, as I would read any other fantasy book. I enjoyed it, like I enjoyed the other two, wondering at the differences it had from all other fantasy books I've read, so many written by people of faith.

On December 25 my grandmother died of covid-19, in the hospital, alone and away from all the people who loved her and needed her.

Then Lyra and Will arrived to the Land of the Dead.

I have no idea how to begin to explain how little by little, between the 25th and 30th of this month, these two things, the death of my grandmother and The Amber Spyglass came into my mind, into my soul, and left me cold, shivering, alone and terrified, but in awe of the simple beauty we, human beings, create with our ordinary lives.

During the last nine or so years, from 2011 maybe to the present day, I've struggled with a growing understanding of my fear of death. That no matter how kindly he's portrayed in fiction or how comforting I've tried to be to myself about him, how much I try to remember that death is immaterial, that what matters is, as Philip Pullman said, what we do here, that we build the Republic of Heaven here, where we are, heedless of other worlds and other states of being that have very little to do with our present, brief, messy and wonderful lives... I still fear the end, the finality of it, the loss of consciousness, of everything that makes me who I am.

I read somewhere that Philip Pullman wrote His Dark Materials as a response to the Narnia books. That if the Narnia books were to end in a death that brought Heaven, a death that revealed the truth of the shadows in Plato's cave, a death that loved the spirit more than it loved matter, his books would end in the triumph of matter, in the beauty and pleasure of the material world and our material lives. If there is no God then it doesn't matter because what we do while we live is purpose enough. If upon death we scatter into a million atoms, in a stream of stardust, the only consolation we should need is the thought that we are to go back into the world, to make more beauty and more meaning, regardless of conscioussness. Oblivion is bliss, because we don't need the spirit to connect with the universe and all the matter in it. We are the stuff of creation and we don't need a God to make us cosmic.

I don't know if I believe either Pullman or Lewis. But I know that reading Pullman today I can't stop crying for the poor, crude matter we are made of, the artless brevity of our lives, the loss of consciousness and being, the loss of the perfect individual creature that my grandmother was.

When they are contemplating their separation, Will says to Lyra "memory’s a poor thing to have. It’s your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want." In the end, the real matters, the physical reality of our daily experience, MATTERS.

I wasn't ready for my grandmother to pass away. I don't think any of us were. I take comfort in the fact that she was always strong and aware, never senile or dependent. At the same time, I feel a deep, resentful rage at myself that I let it lull me into a sense of security, an illusion that she still had many years before her. Because memory is a poor thing, but now all I have is memory. I remember her cooking. My maternal grandmother took longer to die. It was a slow goodbye. She went gentle into that good night and I had time, precious time, to ask for all her cherished recipes, so that I could have her with me always, in all her physical materiality.

But now, if the material is all we have, if memory and spirit and the Land of the Dead are all a poor substitute for what is real and physical, what am I to do Mr. Pullman, now that I've been left to stumble? She is gone, into a million atoms, into the stuff of creation and I forgot to ask her how to make cream of beet, its brilliant purple color so magical to me when I was a girl, clotted cream cookies that I remember making with leftovers, with my cousins when I was little more than a baby, chiles en nogada, that she made with goat cheese and in her splendor, in the endless generosity of the Flores family, she fed to the first real boyfriend I ever brought home.

What to do now that all I have are memories, so poor and pitiful, in comparison to the real human being? Am I to tell stories of her? True stories?

These books are written for children, and I started reading them when I was, perhaps not a child, but certainly not an adult. On December 25 the last of my childhood died in a hospital bed, where we could not say goodbye. Today I finish His Dark Materials, all grown-up, unable to tell what lies ahead for me, or how to build the Republic of Heaven here. The material matters, and my cousins and uncles and father are far from my arms. I cannot hold them or comfort them or kiss them, but I can take care of them, because our lives here matter, what we do matters.

Take care of each other. Be glad that you are alive. 

Olimpia Ortiz Brugada

Review: The Golden Compass

The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I was in high school when I first read this book and remember it much more clearly than the Subtle Knife, which I am also rereading. I never finished the trilogy and I thought it was a good chance to do so.

I remember loving it and being riveted by it and thinking it excellent fantasy. Looking at it from an adult perspective all of that remains true, but I think I can be a bit more critical of its flaws.

In this first book Pullman still depends a lot on the infodump. Instead of finding out about Lyra's parents organically throughout the story, we just get a huge infodump from the Gyptians (another problematic element I only picked up on in this second reading). I don't think my young self had the presence of mind to notice this back in the day, all I remember is being very excited, so they don't really slow the narrative down a whole lot.

I don't think I will ever not love the concept of the armored bears or the daemons. I am still very much in love with Lord Asriel, while being abhorred by his actions in the book. This second time, just as the first one, I couldn't put the book down.

And I remain firmly in love with Lyra as a fantasy protagonist; she is proactive in ways girls in traditional fantay often aren't while still being very believable. I am tired of the performative feminism some fantasy female leads exhibit, where they have to be perfect and fighters and edgy and in many ways become the worst wish-fullfilment MASCULINE ideal in order to be considered A Strong Female Character. I loved Lyra because sometimes you forget she is only a little girl, very alone in the world, she seems so confident and daring... and then reality will come crashing down and grownups can overpower her easily. She is never any less amazing or admirable because she is vulnerable. She lies and she is good at lying. She is bold and sometimes that saves her and sometimes that condemns her.

In short, she is an indiviual and not an ideal and I believe her triumphs because they are achieved in a way only Lyra could. I've already started with the Subtle Knife and I can see how different Will is, how he too is an indivual and how they complement each other. I'm looking forward to finally finishing this trilogy!

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Review: Hogfather

Hogfather by Terry Pratchett
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A part of me felt that it had been reading this book for a long time. All other Pratchett novels I've read (and loved) have been telling a very similar tale... about humanity, about love, about our need for fantasy and stories.

Pratchett was always brilliant, but as someone who generally read his later stuff first I firmly believe that he got more and more brilliant as he matured as a writer. This isn't always the case with authors, as they get famous, respectable and sometimes revere, there's sometimes a feeling that their editors aren't quite so harsh with them, don't quite dare to cut out what needs cutting.

But Pratchett just kept growing as an author.

I'd watched the TV movie. I'd read other Death books. I loved them so much that I must admit I was half afraid that the real deal wouldn't be quite as good as later adaptations had made it.

It was better.

It almost feels like this is the book where he lays it all out, his thesis statement. This is what my books are about. This is why I choose to write fantasy. This is why it MATTERS. And all the rest of the beautiful, wonderful books I've read expound upon it, examine it, break it down and build it back up.

Stories are important. Be careful what stories you write.

Moist von Lipwig. Tiffany Aching. Polly Perks. All the later characters I loved, before knowing if I loved the Big Names like Granny Weatherwax, Rincewind, Sam Vimes, work upon what Hogfather laid down: that stories and belief in stories make us human, that the tales we well, about justice and about gods, little and great, about children and about monsters, are the essential building blocks of our very essence. Strange how Death and his author love us so much, not in spite fo our monstrous lies but because of them. May we endeavour to make our lies so beautiful that we may deserve their love.

I guess there will be many other stories about stories from Pratchett, as I work through all the books I have yet to read. In these trying times, I miss the sense of possibility, I miss knowing there could be MORE Discworld books.

I miss Mr. Pratchett, may he be making others laugh in the Great Beyond.

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Review: By the Shores of Silver Lake

By the Shores of Silver Lake by Laura Ingalls Wilder
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

With this book I'm finally caught up in the big gap I missed by reading Little House in the Big Woods and then skipping everything until The Long Winter. I must admit that this mode of reading things, rather like the original order of the Narnia books, has its own charm. The characters I knew as girls were suddenly tough as nails pioneer girls (even Mary for all her blindness and daintiness). I think parents must look at their rapidly growing children like this.

Now, I've had the pleasure of watching Laura grow up, at a time when I myself, am no longer a little girl or a young teenager. I can read about the old stories the Ingalls laughed about, the moonpath, the fairy ring, Ma keeping boarders, and finally understand the joke. But it isn't Laura's own musings on her own mortality that give me pause, rather, this is the first book in the bunch where I realized how young and inexperienced Caroline and Charles Ingalls must have been, how many mistakes they made along the way and all their myriad consequences.

In the Big Woods and Indian territory, they must have been even younger and even less prepared, but we experienced them with Laura, as her infallible, wonderful parents. By the time The Long Winter had arrived Pa and Ma have grown wiser, quicker on the uptake. They've settled down and take only the risks that luck throws at them. They don't go around moving to new places and ignoring phrases such as "grasshopper weather".

This book, where Laura begins to grow up, is the last where her parents appear as flawed people I think. Glimpses of this same thing can be seen in Plum Creek too. They lose Grace, they nearly lose their claim. Later books are genteel and civilized in the face of adversity. Here I can see the Wild West encroaching upon the Ingalls. I find it somehow comforting, to see Ma and Pa struggle like humans, like a young couple with four children, instead of like the hard-working, stoic face of the pioneer movement.

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Review: Geek Love

Geek Love by Katherine Dunn
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A very dear friend of mine recommended I read this book after I had told her of a story idea I was wrestling with. At first I thought the recommendation had been merely superficial. Oly was albino and my protagonist was too. They were both outsiders and freaks in their own way. There was also Arturo's cruelty which in the last half of the book became nightmarish, at least for me. The twins' rape and forced pregnancy, his continual obstruction of their attempted abortions, their resulting captivities... I think it strikes at a very primal and profound fear shared by anyone capable of bearing children against their own will.

The book seemed inconsistent to me. At times it bored me to tears, especially in Miranda's chapters. And when it seemed to pick up in interest and excitement it puttered off by introducing new characters I knew nothing about and I had to, once more, begin to build interest in them. When I read the author's bio and she mentioned having to learn how to write a book coherently it made sense to me. This book was lovely, but it seemed written by someone who hadn't quite gotten the hang of novels yet.

All this to say that I hadn't quite understood why my friend thought the book would be useful for me, albino protagonists and cruel brothers notwhithstanding.

Then I came across this quote:
"Iphy, listen. He wouldn't have hugged us anyway. They are never going to want to hug us or cuddle up afterward. They are always going to get right out of bed and zip up still wet and go away."

The entirety of the twins' prostitution was fascinating and it was exactly what I had been thinking of for some time, what I had, I thought, fruitlessly tried to communicate to my friend. That being beautiful in a way that is unconventional, that being wanted while being imperfect, is its own purgatory, where you are always in danger of the predatory nature of desire, but never protected by your value as an ornament.

And somehow all these things were always in this book, permeating its very core, in the story of Miranda and Mrs. Lick though I had found them boring before. In Oly's resentment towards the twins and their own precarious position as beautiful and desirable but never normal. And my friend, in recommending this book to me, had known me better than I'd known myself.

Because this quote and all the others relating to the twins' careers as prostitutes, and Mrs.Lick's suspicious zeal against female beautyf, made me love a book I had merely tolerated before. I think I will hug it and cuddle up with it afterwards, in spite of all its flaws.

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Review: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I've been slogging through books I found difficult and alien to me this years and returning to this one after so much time had passed was like a homecoming.

I know the book deals in harrowing subjects, in terribles hardships, but the way she writes welcomed me back like a warm blanket.I breezed through the book when I've plodded through others, because in spite of everything, I found it comfortable and comforting. I knew her voice, and her fears and joys seemed infinitely familiar. I don't mean to imply that I can ever understand or sympathize with plights I've never known: rape and racism. What I think... is that she writes like a woman, in the best sense of the word.

I read Maya Angelou and I am reminded of what Virginia Woolf said about women having to find their "sentence", their way of writing, just as men had. She reminded me of "To Kill A Mocking Bird" not because of the similar subject matter of oppression, or even the time periods, but because their "sentence" was so similar. They seemed to know how to write about being young girls in the same intimate and conspiratorial manner. This is a book I can see myself returning to, re-reading the way I re-read Mocking Bird, because of how lovely its sentence is.

This is a book I feel I can learn from, the way Woolf said women should learn from other women.

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Review: Farmer Boy

Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I read somewhere that one of the most noticeable differences between Mrs. Wilder’s account of her own childhood and that of her husband was the economic prosperity, especially in regards to the plentiful variety of food available to little Almanzo. I also noticed the radically different AMOUNTS of money the Wilder and Ingalls family were dealing with. Ten dollars is a lot for young Laura but Almanzo keeps hearing his family talk about dollars in the hundreds.

However what I found most surprising was Almanzo’s liberal attitude towards school. It is startlingly clear that for Laura, school was a way out of poverty, while Almanzo found it constraining. I thought it surprising because I think we can still see an echo of that attitude going on today. Women have become a majority of college attendees and graduates, mostly because the professions not requiring a college degree that pay well remain deeply male-coded professions.

Considering I had skipped straight from Little in the Big Woods to The Long Winter, it was surprising to see a young Almanzo and a long Eliza Jane. I still love the writing and how she can make the everyday into great drama. I did miss the familiar characters though, I had grown quite fond of the Ingalls.

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Review: Little House on the Prairie

Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

When I was a kid, my school had a pretty neat system for handing out reading assignments. They brought in a huge box of Scholastic books and you chose whichever one struck your fancy and wrote a report on it. At around first grade I stumbled upon Little House in the Big Woods and immediately fell in love with Laura, Mary, Ma and Pa. I grew up in Mexico so I was completely unaware of the TV series, my whole experience with Little House was through that box of scholastic books.

Unfortunately, the box didn't have ALL the Laura Ingalls books so I had to wait until fifth or sixth grade to read any more of them. I found the Long Winter and devoured it in a few days. Sure I wondered where Grace had come from and why they were in Dakota and what the heck had happened to Mary's eyes, but mostly I was once more engrossed in Laura's domestic life and her family's struggle for survival.

For a long time I've wanted to catch up on all the things I missed in between books and I have, of course, started with the famous Little House on the Prairie. It's much harder to read these books through adult eyes because you begin to see all the problematic bits. The treatment of Native Americans is a big one here. It was easier to let go their brief appearance in the Long Winter, but here, the unfairness of the Ingallses' views and actions towards Native Americans is left, front and center. You can't ignore Ma's disparaging comments. You can't forget their charming little house stands on stolen land. You can't unsee the tragic passing of a doomed people.

I still love the Little House books, though, in spite of wishing, in this day and age, that they could be published with a forward or introduction that could give a little more historical context for children who stumble on them unaware. Still, I hold these books close to my heart. From them I take the lesson that daily life, domestic life, the minutae of preparing a meal or studying for school is as fascinating and delightful as the most heroic battle, the most tragic death, or the farthest, most foreign land. To my writing I wish to bring Laura's gift for including the everyday into the great adventure, for it is in our small, daily interactions that we build our lives.

I look forward to catching up with these old friends.

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Review: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

One of my favorite plays during my pretentious adolescence was Waiting for Godot. So when my drama teacher handed me Rosencrantz and Guilderstern Are Dead and touted it as the "Shakespearean Godot" I was sold. However, and quite ironically, I never got past the first scene. I wasn't required to since we were only supposed to suggest a staging for the aforementioned scene and there was a bunch of other school reading I needed to tackle. I never forgot that first scene though, and even today I remember thinking myself very clever when I suggested using chocolate coins for the coin-tossing contest in it.

When I reached college, one of my favorite professors mentioned this play again, in the context of praising Shakespeare in Love. Back then, I didn't know Tom Stoppard had helped write the screenplay or that in addition to being a playwright he was also a Shakespeare scholar. I was considerably impressed, but once more, found myself short on time to dive into RGAD.

This year I've been working on my thesis, dedicated in part, to King Lear. I finally decided to finish the play so I could watch a couple of stagings of it and maybe talk about it in my thesis.

Usually, I despise Hamlet, for being a slow play centered on a protagonist who reminds me too much of every troubled intellectual dude you meet in college, who thinks he knows more than you and refuses to go to therapy. But I wasn't disappointed by Tom Stoppard.

I think what a lot of people forget about Shakespeare is how much humor was a part of his plays and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are full of humor. This play has in it that circus and vaudeville quality Waiting for Godot had. It doesn't forget it has to be entertaining.

I think there's a wonder in shining light to the inbetween places of great works of literature, of using canonical works as tools to write about our own preoccupations. A part of me still thinks it dreadfully CLEVER to use the predetermined nature of R&G's life in order to explore the meaninglessness of our own.

I hope I do get to use this text in my thesis and I hope to see the movie and other stagings of the play. My university professor always said plays should be seen and not read.

But mostly, I hope wherever he is, Alfred finally gets to use his skirt.

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Review: Adaptation and Appropriation

Adaptation and Appropriation by Julie Sanders
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

After having to slog through an entire month of Foucault I have to say Julie Sanders was a veritable life saver! Every wonderfully short chapter was clearly labled and divided. She was concise and to the point. A lot of it I had already read with Gennette but it was really useful in regards to placing intertextuality in the context of postmodernism.

And precisely because she was so clear and concise I got loads and loads of illustrative quotes for my dissertation.

It's a great introductory book but I wouldn't recommend it for an in depth look at any of its subjects. I got some nifty names I'm going to look into, but Gennette was by far more detailed and complete.

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Review: Historia de la locura en la época clásica vol. 1

Historia de la locura en la época clásica vol. 1 by Michel Foucault
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I have a deep and abiding hatred of French literary criticism... and Foucault isn't even a literary critic. I don't know what he is. I don't know what THIS is! I thought I was suffering with Gennett but JEEZ! he organized his ramblings! He was concrete and to the point!

Foucault is...

Well... he sounds really smart, I'll give him that, and some of what he says WILL be useful for my dissertation's subject. I am learning A LOT about history and where our idea of madness comes from... but half the time it feels like I'm struggling through the swampy depths of someone who just DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ORGANIZE HIS THOUGHTS.

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Review: A Brief History of Time

A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I used to look at this book and think that it was written for very smart people who understood math... which I obviously didn't. That's why I never set out to read it. I'm a literature student, and I naively thought that science, especially science as "complicated" as cosmology, was not meant for me. But recently I've had to do some research on astrophysics related stuff and I decided to give myself a chance and just try and read the damn thing. It was popular science book, so it should be simple enough?

HA!

Well, half of it I understood and and the half that I did I probably misinterpreted totally, BUT it was incredibly interesting and I learned so much! Even though somehow I feel LESS smart after reading it, I'm very glad I took the chance. As per the advice of some people, I'm going to be watching documentaries on some of the topics that were most difficult for me; mainly the chapters on quantum and particle physics. I flew through the chapters on black holes, they were super interesting and not quite as hard to wrap my head around.

I'll probably have to read the whole thing again with a pencil in hand and three other books, but I don't regret starting my research with this. If nothing else it taught me that even though I'm bad at math and understand half of what I read, there ain't no such a thing in science as "not for me".

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Review: The Virgin Suicides

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Having been a suicidal teenage girl, being friends with lots of suicidal girls, still suffering from depression... this is a strange book to me. I remember watching and being fascinated by the movie. I loved the book's prose, what lots of people have written about it, how evocative, hazy and sensual it is.

But while reading I kept remembering that it was written by a man. Someone here wrote that the book is more the story of the boys watching the Lisbon girls than of the girls themselves and I believe that. I like those sort of books though, the ones written by men romanticizing and idolazing women, showing us how they view us as incomprehensible but tantallizing creatures.

I guess that's why Sofia Coppola wanted to direct it, thought at times the sheer distance and bafflement of the boys is faintly offensive. Girls locked up in a house and not permitted to go to school or get a job or find any way out of their situation and you wonder why they killed themselves? No shit Sherlock...

I thought the most real bit of insight the boys had on the Lisbon girls was when they realized Lux had made advances on them only to give her sisters time to die in peace... I wonder why the author let Mary live only to kill herself again? I would have let her live, the way the author let Lux have sex: a reminder to the narrators that their mythical suicidal virgins weren't as suicidal or as virginal as they wanted to imagine them to be.

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Review: Assassin's Fate

Assassin's Fate by Robin Hobb
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I can't be objective with this book.

Maybe with all the other books of the Realm of the Elderlings series I was able to measure and consider things carefully. I still think the best are the Liveship Traders books. They have a tight storyline, well divided among it's ensemble cast, where every character finds a satisfying ending, even when they don't get what they wanted.

The book that had made me cry most horribly was Fool's Fate. That was the book that made me utterly fall in love with Fitz and Beloved's relationship. I still remember the final scenes and all my favorite dialogues. I still hold it as an example of how to write a selfless character or deep-hearted love, even when it's unrequited.

At first I wasn't happy with the ending. I never liked Molly and Fitz together because of how troubled and sometimes even abusive the relationship was. On both sides. But I read those books when I was in college, sometimes during class when I should have been doing something else. Since then I have grown and matured and somehow it seems so probable and natural that Fitz might want something that isn't exactly what he needs. People don't always love the person who loves them most or best, but we can't control it. It is to the Fool's credit that he accepts this and let's Fitz live the life he wants, even if it's a boring life and a settled one. I cried about as much when the Fool left as I did when he died. Their parting left me bitter and melancholic.

But this book broke my heart.

I was expecting it. I had feared it. Bee was a protagonist now and we didn't absolutely need Fitz alive for the end. But I didn't think she would dare. If nothing else I'll take to heart Hobb's cold blood when killing characters. It wasn't a massacre the way Martin's deaths are, but she killed exactly who she needed to kill, no more, no less.

People say Kennitsson wasn't exactly necessary, but I felt for him and I was as angry and proud of his death as I was for Fitz and the Fool. I imagine Etta and Wintrow and Sorcor and the promise that Paragon Ludluck's life represented, somehow a life free of cruelty to bring light to his father's dark history, and I think only such a life would have been fair exchange for a dragon's rebirth.

There was nothing fair about how Fitz died.

I was furious. I read all night trying to get to the end of the book and prove that he couldn't really die like this, so painfully, so soon. I cried from 8 am to 11 am. I cried because Fitz deserved his rest and a clean death, to fall asleep by Molly's side and never wake up. Fitz deserved never to have to leave a child of his yet again.

But Fitz so rarely got what he deserved in life, why should he get it in death?

This was as tight a book in its own way as the Liveship ones were. The dying messenger was there so we could know how Fitz would die. Kennitsson was there so Paragon would live.

And the Fool was back, so that he and Fitz could be together in the stone wolf, the way they had never been when alive.

It was bitter and not satisfying. I felt a horrible dread to think that one could love someone so deeply and desire a life with them and know they would never be loved back and in the end have to settle for an ugly death and an eternity in the memory stone. But Fitz and Beloved's lives were never about living them, but about giving them away for a greater purpose.

I felt cheated and heartbroken and desolate... but I also felt vindicated. This book did not end with the hope and happiness of Fool's Fate, but it ended with a future. Bee's future and the world's future, both bought with the lives and suffering of two of the characters I have loved most in all my life.

I hope you hunt well Stone Wolf.

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Review: Jurassic Park

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I grew up in the nineties, which means I was a huge Jurassic Park freak. I was the original dinokid. And I still love the movie like mad and watch it every time I get.

I'm not going to say the book was a disppointment because it actually wasn't. It was exciting and interesting and the dinosaur info was awesome! What I love about reading the book of a movie is how much more extra information you get on the setting and characters. I got that. But what I think was lacking in Crichton that Spielberg managed to do so wonderfully is likeability. Malcolm was among the funniest parts of the movie but here he just rambled on and on and seemed to be nothing more than a mouthpiece for Crichton's own views. And Jesus, was Lex annoying! I mean Tim was too in the movie but he was intentionally so and he had as a friend of mine said, "impeccable comedic timing".

I don't know if it's true but I had the distinct impression of reading about kids written by someone who didn't remember much of his childhood and wasn't all that used to hanging out with kids.

But it WAS exciting and it was thoroughly enjoyable. Crichton is an easy read. In fact he helped me get through Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes, because even Malcolm couldn't compare to THOSE philosophical ramblings!

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Review: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I have a weird relationship with Ray Bradbury; while I tend to really like his concepts and themes the actual writing always leaves me sort of dissatisfied and I mist admit a bit bored. I never did enjoy Farenheit 451. However, I enjoyed what little I read of Dandelion Wine and since this was another coming of age story I wanted to give it a go.

I've always loved stories about faustian deals and considering it was adapted by Disney, I had high hopes for it.

As always the themes and ideas are lovely, the setting out of the story and characters was delightful and excited. I loved the contrast between the two boys and loved the imagery used to describe Jim, half in light, half in shadow. But this is my problem with Bradbury, a lot of imagery and not enough action. There's so much philosophical rambling in this book that it ends up eating away at its suspense and excitement.

I hated how instead of having the children figure out the carnival themselves, Will's father ended up telling them everything in a huge info dump. I though it was a waste of good characters.

I also got very little sense of tension when dealing with the temptation supposedly presented to Will's father and Jim. I never felt like Will's father was in any danger of being seduced by the carnival and that seemed a bit of a let down after being privy to his fears of aging and his longing for boyhood.

But what I DO love is how utterly quotable Bradbury is. His screed on the autumn people is fantastic and the way the book ends with the idea that taking possession of the carousel and using it, even without the manipulative influence of Mr. Dark, could turn them into autumn people themselves. Now that's temptation right there!

All in all and in spite of its flaws I'm glad I read this book. It's a classic of faustian stories and its influence stretches all over. Finally I know where one of my favorite roleplaying games got the term "autumn people". Also, now I'm finally allowed to watch the Disney movie!

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Review: The Hellbound Heart

The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

One of my favorite horror films ever was based on a short story by Clive Barker. So I was interested from the get go. Later I found out that not only had he directed the film Hellraiser but he had also written the novella it was based upon.

There's a simple elegance to his writing that goes so well with its grotesque elements. When I watched Hellraiser I loved how the horror elements were truly a backdrop for this story about the fatal attraction between Julia and Frank. There's a tendency in horror to exaggerate, to call everything a forbidden secret, an unnamable horro, to overuse the lovecraftian style of suggesting the monsters rather than just describing them.

I loved that Clive Barker described them, and that his descriptions weren't just a boring list of gross adjectives. The initial scene is unsettling, but what truly makes it unsettling is the very human attraction that Julia has for Frank. You get the scene introducing the Cenobites, you get this man, so desperate for sensation that he calls upon them and then all these details come into fruition when you realize this is the man Julia has fallen in love with, this is the sort of man who would have an affair with his brother's bride on the eve of their wedding and then discard her.

It's poignant and it's immediate.

Everything just sort of fell into place. Julia's desperation to escape her marriage so perfectly echoed Frank's desire for a different sort of sensation. And it made such a perfect sense that it was Kristy who escaped the nightmare because she did not want a re-awakening or an alternative to her routine, what she wanted was the man the the other two characters had continuously despised.

Everyone makes such a fuss over Pinhead and the other Cenobites, because they have such a striking looks, but really, what makes this story so great are the human relations in it.

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Review: The Wide Window

The Wide Window by Lemony Snicket
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Now that's what I'm talking about! This book was just as good as the Bad Beginning. It had the action and the quirky writing and the funny side notes.

And what I like best is that the guardians keep changing in personalities. It's not all cartoon villains, not all of them harm through sheer meanness like Olaf; it was refreshing to see a character who did as much damage out of fear and self-centeredness as others do out of sadism.

And it was also nice to see the Baudelaires can step out of their rigid roles and do other things aside from inventing, reading and biting. It makes them seem more resourceful and clever and less naive than they've been in the other books.

But I must say I'm taking a break from the books. They are so easy to read and follow that I know I could plow through them all in a couple of months. I'm a bit concerned that the quirks and formulas might turn out to be too much after all.

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Review: The Reptile Room

The Reptile Room by Lemony Snicket
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

As with the first book, I thought I would find the writing style obnoxious after the first few pages, but surprisingly I didn't. I even found a new exclamation I'm dying to try out, because who wouldn't love to cry "Nathaniel Hawthorne!" when hysterical? Somehow he managed to chose the perfect author name for swearing.

Quite honestly I think enjoying these books has a lot to do with being an English lit nerd. Though I have to admit I found this book a little less action-packed than the previous one, even when you count in all the snakes. It's a little harder to get excited about opening a suitcase than about foiling a fraudulent wedding.

What I did enjoy very much was all the dirt he heaped on traditional fairytales like little red riding hood and the boy who cried wolf. Don't get me wrong, I love fairy tales to death, but it was very refreshing to see a children's book that acknowledges that lying about stuff is a reality of life and sometimes useful. Funny formulas aside, these books are mature about handling children.

I also quite liked that the children's new guardian was neither horrible nor a moron. It's nice to shake thinks up a bit. Though it'd be even better if the author started recognizing whenever the Baudelaire's themselves are screwing up by telling Olaf their plans! For a bunch of clever orphans they sure seem naive about confronting the villain with useful information like how Monty tore up Olaf's ticket to Peru. Thanks for getting him killed kids!

I've got hope for them though, still got quite about 11 more books to go. Maybe they'll learn.

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Review: The Bad Beginning

The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I devoured this book years ago in one sitting while waiting at the bookstore. The Series of Unfortunate Events books were everywhere then and their faux Victorian covers caught my attention.

When I started reading it I thought I was going to hate it. The tongue-in-cheek, over-the-top misery of the story, the constant use of the joke for explaining words... I love formulaic stories, I really do, but I thought this was just too much...

I ended up really liking it though. It didn't matter how artificial the author's devices seemed to be because when he needed to be genuine he was. The Baudelaires' sadness was genuine and Olaf was a genuinely scary villain. Their troubles are caused by the adults ignoring them and that is so often the cause of a child's tragedy.

I also found it inspiring how evocative the writing was. I loved the film of the books and thought that the almost timburtonesque look of it was perfect, mostly because it matched my impression of the story so well. And the author does this with very little description and a vague sense of era for the books. It's very economic, every little bit counts to create this atmosphere, the covers, the names of the characters reminding you of old-fashioned writers...

I only managed to snag the first book that time at the bookstore. I was still a poor high school student and had to be very careful with how I spent my pocket money. But this year I've made a commitment to finally reading all the Series of Unfortunate Events

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