It's rare these days that a book "has me from hello" (to paraphrase a cheesy line from a *urp* Tom Cruise movie), but this one did. Check out the firs...moreIt's rare these days that a book "has me from hello" (to paraphrase a cheesy line from a *urp* Tom Cruise movie), but this one did. Check out the first two paragraphs:
"Never buy yellow clothes or cheap leather. That's my credo and there are more. Know what I like to see? People killing themselves. Don't misunderstand; I'm not talking about the poor fucks who jump out windows or stick their sorry heads into plastic bags forever. No "Ultimate Fighting Championship" either, which is only a bunch of rabid crewcuts biting each other. I'm talking about the guy on the street, face the color of wet lead, lighting up a Camel and coghing up his soul the minute he inhales. Good for you, Sport! Long live nicotine, stubbornness and self-indulgence.
"Let's have another round here, Jimmy!" croons King Cholesterol down at the end of the bar. He with the rosy nose and enough high blood pressure to lauch him and his whole family tree to Pluto. Gratification, mass, texture. The heart attack that'll nuke him will last a few seconds. The cold beer in thick mugs and perfume of grilling T-bone steaks are forever until he dies. It's worth the trade-off. I'm with him."
I think I'm in love. This, of course, is from The Wooden Sea by Jonathan Carroll, an author who has been around for a while but somehow escaped my notice, something I'm very happy to correct. The book quickly gets very weird, something I very much approve of--a reviewer described a point in his books when "the floor turns to Vaseline and you're looking for a handhold". My kind of book. And the only thing I love more than discovering a new author is finding out that they wrote 12 other books besides the one I'm reading and loving. Score another one for that Waterstone's list. I'm beginning to think they may really know what they're doing there.(less)
The third in her autobiographical series, this one goes through her years as the restaurant critic at the New York Times. Fascinating stuff; to-die-fo...moreThe third in her autobiographical series, this one goes through her years as the restaurant critic at the New York Times. Fascinating stuff; to-die-for descriptions of wonderful meals juxtaposed with descriptions of how differently she was treated when she disguised herself as a civilian, stories about nasty newspaper politics and tales of obnoxious food snobs. It’s definitely my favorite of the three books. (less)
Highly recommended (although certainly not for everyone) this one is by graphic novel deity Warren Ellis, although it's not a graphic novel itself. Wh...moreHighly recommended (although certainly not for everyone) this one is by graphic novel deity Warren Ellis, although it's not a graphic novel itself. Where has this guy been all my life? I obviously need to spend more time around the graphic novel genre, as this put a grin on my face that I couldn't chisel off for hours. I remember cackling, "He's covered heroin, the Fashion Channel, super rats, Enya and tantric sex with ostriches, and I'm only on page 12!" If I had to compare it to something, I'd say it's Raymond Chandler as interpreted by Hunter S. Thompson. Hilarious, and deliciously evil. Definitely not everyone's cup of tea, but some of you (and you know who you are) would LOVE it.
I was hooked from the first paragraph:
"I opened my eyes to see the rat taking a piss in my coffee mug. It was a huge brown bastard; had a body like a turd with legs and beady black eyes full of secret rat knowledge. Making a smug huffing sound, it threw itself from the table to the floor, and scuttled back into the hole in the wall where it had spent the last three months planning new ways to screw me around. I'd tried nailing wood over the gap in the wainscot, but it gnawed through it and spat the wet pieces into my shoes. After that, I spiked bait with warfarin, but the poison seemed to somehow cause it evolve and become a super-rat. I nailed it across the eyes once with a lucky shot with the butt of my gun, but it got up again and shat in my telephone." (less)
This book is guaranteed to scare away any romantic notions you might have had about life in the Victorian Age. 40lb dresses, major sanitation issues,...moreThis book is guaranteed to scare away any romantic notions you might have had about life in the Victorian Age. 40lb dresses, major sanitation issues, horrifyingly complex mourning customs, and what happened to you if you had breast cancer would make anyone glad of their life in today's screwed up world. Meticulously detailed, it's an awesome reference on the period.(less)
I wasn't sure I wanted to read this at first, and then when I did I couldn't put it down. SimGen, a big biotech company has created a slave race by en...moreI wasn't sure I wanted to read this at first, and then when I did I couldn't put it down. SimGen, a big biotech company has created a slave race by engineering the DNA of chimps and humans--the Sims--to do menial and dangerous labor that humans don't want to do. Of course, greed, money and the Department of Defense get involved, and you can guess the rest.
Wonderfully written, with a shocker at the end that I didn't see coming. It was a great introduction to an author who has turned out to be a favorite of mine.(less)