Actually I read this as part of the big “Collected Fictions” omnibus, but I’m not going to get through that in one chunk so I figure let’s mention Borges as I finish the original collections.
( Until now, I knew Borges only by reputation... )
In short, I’m going to adore Borges, but I can’t read too much of him at once.
Successful days of writing: 12
I am DONE with my Christmas shopping! *Victory dance*
I am missing home more than I thought I was. I just voluntarily downloaded the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's Christmas album. God, this is definitive proof that I miss my daddy.
If I reach for the Gladys Knight, please shoot me?
For somebody who is such an atheist, I sure do get weird about Christmas. The entire year revolves around it, for me, and I start listening to religious music basically 24/7, which is... weird. But I crave it, every year. Every year I end up cursing the fact that secular music tends to be either incredibly trite or sappily over-sentimental. Only religious music is really moving in the way I crave. I just... feel odd, singing hymns. I love Christmas, and I don't want to be any other way about it, but still.
My knee nearly popped out again this morning, which means I need to start working out again NOW, OR ELSE because when my ligaments get weak enough that the knee starts popping out, I am in serious pain for a significant amount of time. Curses. I don't WANNA work out!
These shorts remind me of nothing so much as the Dubliners. They are small, self-contained, sparse and brightly polished, centering on moments of epiphany (So pretty much exactly the Dubliners). I sometimes think that they are a little too overwrought for the depth of the epiphany they are actually dealing with, and some of them are a little too concerned with being deep and obscure, I think. But thought provoking and at times beautiful.
Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman may be following in the Neil Stephenson path of “got too famous and now his editors are afraid of him.” Fragile Things has some incredible, vibrant, creepy, ingenious, imaginative stories that only Neil Gaiman could have written. The Lovecraftian ones are especially welcome, as Gaimon writes Lovecraft-style oblique horror a lot better than Lovecraft ever did. The Sherlock Holmes/Lovecraft crossover (yes, I’m serious) is exactly the sort of crazy crossover done perfectly that one expects from really good fanfic. I love those moments when published sci-fi authors reveal themselves to be just big fanboys like us, you know? Anyway, that’s some of them. But there are also a