possibly excessively literary
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freckles_and_doubtCan't think of much to blog about today, except that Cape Town's typically titillating "summer" is doing its usual delayed and occasionally regressive strip-tease, following yesterday's clear skies and heat with today's marvellously chill and blustery winds.
But I don't need to fall back on the weather. Oh, no! I can fill the gap by simply posting the title of the book I'm currently reading. This is another in the Gosh, Forgot I Had That Because Academic Paperwork Buried It series - a collection of slightly surreal, whimsical kids' stories, including tales by Neil Gaiman, Nick Hornby, Kelly Link (who is God) and an unfinished effusion on the cover by Lemony Snicket. (You're supposed to finish it and post the cover back. I am scared to, on account of how it ends in mid-sentence with the sudden introduction of Madame Blavatsky).
The book is called Noisy Outlaws, Unfriendly Blobs, and Some Other Things That Aren't as Scary, Maybe, Depending on How You Feel About Lost Lands, Stray Cellphones, Creatures from the Sky, Parents Who Disappear in Peru, a Man Named Lars Farf, and One Other Story We Couldn't Quite Finish, So Maybe You Could Help Us Out.
It's published by McSweeney's. It's bizarre in all the right ways. It fills up a blog post nicely. I'm not sure any of you can live without it.
Last Night I Dreamed: a book. I was alternately both reading it, commenting favourably on how well it was written, and experiencing the vicissitudes of its characters, in a continual and slightly dizzying swapping of perspective. It was a much more accomplished South African school story in the vein of Spud, featuring a small, pale, geeky boy whose happiness at his new school was disrupted by the arrival of three bullies from his old school. They proceeded to make life impossible for him, including at one point immersing him in the school boiler. He and a friend ran away, putting swift distance between themselves and the school by means of hitching rides behind cars on their skateboards. At the point where they'd broken into a fairly posh mansion to have a bath and been interrupted by the good-natured and sympathetic lesbian occupants, I woke up. Fortunately, as I'm not sure where the author was taking the story.
But I don't need to fall back on the weather. Oh, no! I can fill the gap by simply posting the title of the book I'm currently reading. This is another in the Gosh, Forgot I Had That Because Academic Paperwork Buried It series - a collection of slightly surreal, whimsical kids' stories, including tales by Neil Gaiman, Nick Hornby, Kelly Link (who is God) and an unfinished effusion on the cover by Lemony Snicket. (You're supposed to finish it and post the cover back. I am scared to, on account of how it ends in mid-sentence with the sudden introduction of Madame Blavatsky).
The book is called Noisy Outlaws, Unfriendly Blobs, and Some Other Things That Aren't as Scary, Maybe, Depending on How You Feel About Lost Lands, Stray Cellphones, Creatures from the Sky, Parents Who Disappear in Peru, a Man Named Lars Farf, and One Other Story We Couldn't Quite Finish, So Maybe You Could Help Us Out.
It's published by McSweeney's. It's bizarre in all the right ways. It fills up a blog post nicely. I'm not sure any of you can live without it.
Last Night I Dreamed: a book. I was alternately both reading it, commenting favourably on how well it was written, and experiencing the vicissitudes of its characters, in a continual and slightly dizzying swapping of perspective. It was a much more accomplished South African school story in the vein of Spud, featuring a small, pale, geeky boy whose happiness at his new school was disrupted by the arrival of three bullies from his old school. They proceeded to make life impossible for him, including at one point immersing him in the school boiler. He and a friend ran away, putting swift distance between themselves and the school by means of hitching rides behind cars on their skateboards. At the point where they'd broken into a fairly posh mansion to have a bath and been interrupted by the good-natured and sympathetic lesbian occupants, I woke up. Fortunately, as I'm not sure where the author was taking the story.
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Weather wittering
Date: Wednesday, 12 September 2007 07:16 am (UTC)Zim pwns Aus
Date: Thursday, 13 September 2007 09:29 am (UTC)http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=6&click_id=17&art_id=nw20070913065439175C225927
I'm not overly fond of Zim, but I hate Australia, so goooooo Zim!