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One last thing before initiating sleep-cycle (having given up on whatever I originally sat down here to do lo these many hours ago): I've been considering the issue that I don't talk about books as often as a would-be writer probably ought, so I'm going to try to start remembering to do this as a semi-regular feature here.
I bring this up now because the spark just leapt across the overworked synapses that it's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
papersky who wrote the odd little book that I've been meaning to mention here since I read it a couple of weeks ago. (The drawback of the life lived online is that the part of identities that I retain is generally somebody's username, not their real name or even, occasionally, their face.) My attention span is pretty fucked-up at the moment (well, more than usual anyway) what with primary season turning out to be more entertaining than a lot of what's published as fiction anymore, but Tooth and Claw got read to the end, which is more than I can say of about 90% of what's even making it past the initial "sounds interesting enough to carry home from the library?" test. (Am I being too harsh to give up on books after 100-150 pages? Idunno, maybe I have no patience but I find myself skimming or bailing on an awful lot of genrefic anymore...)
In case Tooth and Claw hasn't made it onto the Dear Reader's IN pile yet, think: Trollope played by dragons. Weird, weird shit, kids. The weirdest part is how well this works. (Better than Trollope, I daresay; it's even palatable to this Reader who's not very good at concentrating on fiction that involves the sexual mores of the 1950's, much less the 1850's.) I'll never look at a Victorian novel about "dying of consumption" quite the same way again...
I think I had a point to make, but I've forgotten what it was. Oh, well. Will try in future to render more timely mentions of noteworthy reading I've done... the sad part will be if I can't find enough books worth going to the trouble of saying a few words about them to get into a regular habit of it like I'd like to. (My response to bad books is simply to put them down, after all, and to dwell on the particulars is in all but the most egregrious cases more a waste of my time and yours anyway. I'm not big on rants except when I feel I have something constructive to say...)
I bring this up now because the spark just leapt across the overworked synapses that it's
papersky who wrote the odd little book that I've been meaning to mention here since I read it a couple of weeks ago. (The drawback of the life lived online is that the part of identities that I retain is generally somebody's username, not their real name or even, occasionally, their face.) My attention span is pretty fucked-up at the moment (well, more than usual anyway) what with primary season turning out to be more entertaining than a lot of what's published as fiction anymore, but Tooth and Claw got read to the end, which is more than I can say of about 90% of what's even making it past the initial "sounds interesting enough to carry home from the library?" test. (Am I being too harsh to give up on books after 100-150 pages? Idunno, maybe I have no patience but I find myself skimming or bailing on an awful lot of genrefic anymore...)In case Tooth and Claw hasn't made it onto the Dear Reader's IN pile yet, think: Trollope played by dragons. Weird, weird shit, kids. The weirdest part is how well this works. (Better than Trollope, I daresay; it's even palatable to this Reader who's not very good at concentrating on fiction that involves the sexual mores of the 1950's, much less the 1850's.) I'll never look at a Victorian novel about "dying of consumption" quite the same way again...
I think I had a point to make, but I've forgotten what it was. Oh, well. Will try in future to render more timely mentions of noteworthy reading I've done... the sad part will be if I can't find enough books worth going to the trouble of saying a few words about them to get into a regular habit of it like I'd like to. (My response to bad books is simply to put them down, after all, and to dwell on the particulars is in all but the most egregrious cases more a waste of my time and yours anyway. I'm not big on rants except when I feel I have something constructive to say...)
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