I can't wait to read this book about the legendary Mr. Sellers. Tosh will have to burn me a copy of his comedy stuff to keep me laughing until I get a...moreI can't wait to read this book about the legendary Mr. Sellers. Tosh will have to burn me a copy of his comedy stuff to keep me laughing until I get a chance to read the book on his wild and crazy life.(less)
only 3 stars, but still worth the read. the book is auxilio's (the mother of mexican poetry) reflection on her past and her future and i guess her pre...moreonly 3 stars, but still worth the read. the book is auxilio's (the mother of mexican poetry) reflection on her past and her future and i guess her present, in mexico in the 60's. all while holed up in a bathroom in a school that has been invaded and closed down by the mexican army. from the opening sentence i thought the book was going in a different direction than it actually did. expected more out of the book, but was still pleased with where it lead me.
there is something about Bolano and his comma's that i just cant put my finger on. you know, the way he forms his sentences, makes them really work, stretches them out, and then, at the right moment, end them. a whole hell of a lot better than that. Then he will drop a short, but fucking sweet little beautiful sentence about death, the future, mexico, chile, etc. i want to write like that.
"And when I opened my eyes a shadow peeled away from a wall, moved onto the sidewalk about ten yards ahead, and began to come toward me, and I put my hand into my handbag, I mean my satchel from Oaxaca, and felt for my knife, which I always carried with me, as a precaution against urban emergencies, but the burning skin of my fingertips could feel only papers and books and magazines and even clean underwear (washed by hand, without soap, with water and sheer willpower, in one of the sinks of that dreamlike, omnipresent fourth-floor bathroom), but not the knife, ah, my friends, now there's another recurring and terribly Latin American nightmare: being unable to find your weapon; you know where you put it, but it's not there. That's just our luck."
the part that really gets me is near the end when he starts name droppin' all sorts of authors. i think brian may have touched on this already, but after he mentions borges and adolfo bioy casares, two authors i'm briefly familiar with, but love, it makes me want to whip out the laptop, load up my amazon cart, or for starters, wikipedia, to see if all these names really exist and then to amazon, hoping for translations.
bring on the bolano. time to finish up the detectives and get ready for 2666!(less)
I always make sure to have the current Maltin guide around. Anytime I really enjoy a movie I make sure to flip this ever-growing bastard of a book ope...moreI always make sure to have the current Maltin guide around. Anytime I really enjoy a movie I make sure to flip this ever-growing bastard of a book open and see how Maltin disagreed with everything good about the movie.
He does get it right every once in a while, like giving Magnolia 3 stars, but I won't forgive him for giving Body Double 1 and a half stars. In case you are not familiar there is no 1 star rating. Anything worse than 1 and a half stars is considered a BOMB according to Maltin. Body Double is either a bomb or a 5 star movie, there is no middle ground.
Well, just by mentioning Magnolia, Body Double and the word Bomb I know I have given everyone enough ammo to get a good discussion of Maltin going.(less)
Holy shit, I just found out this book exists! There is no way this book can go wrong. Herzog walking the Earth for 3 weeks to go and visit a dying fri...moreHoly shit, I just found out this book exists! There is no way this book can go wrong. Herzog walking the Earth for 3 weeks to go and visit a dying friend. Not flying. Not driving. Walking. From Munich to Paris. Amazing. I have only read a few articles about this extraordinary event, but now his journal, of sorts, is reprinted for all to discover! Yes.(less)