ugh. im not sure if its just me being ill and not able to concentrate, but this was kind of a mess, with moments of beautiful clarity which made me waugh. im not sure if its just me being ill and not able to concentrate, but this was kind of a mess, with moments of beautiful clarity which made me want to keep reading, but mostly moments of sludgy confusing motives and a very distancing narrative. i say no thank you....more
this book was a little more convincing than the one about lewis carroll being jack the ripper (which was intended as purely nonfiction, not "i dont hathis book was a little more convincing than the one about lewis carroll being jack the ripper (which was intended as purely nonfiction, not "i dont have enough facts to not get in trouble passing this off as scholarship so its a novel") but lets be honest, the lewis carroll was a lot more fun...this book is fine, it raises some interesting questions about the literary origins at least... as for the murrrrderrrrs... well that part is less convincing but at least it is never boring......more
i want to say this is great, but it just didnt move me enough to be great. and i love steve erickson, but its a much less...complicated plot than anyi want to say this is great, but it just didnt move me enough to be great. and i love steve erickson, but its a much less...complicated plot than any ive read of his, which might be why i didnt engage in it fully. also ive never been a fan of the "inactive damaged forrest gumpy life swirls around it". hero. (yet i love hamlet...) i dont know - the sea came in at midnight is one of those books. i had an intense physical reaction to it. as it started coming together, there was a moment my heart started going faster and my skin started crawling. doesnt happen often. magnetic fields, lost scrapbook, infinite jest... when they start unfolding (for me) i feel it, i get excited; they are perfect books. and this one was less than that. but i also have the flu, so who knows......more
im pretty neutral about this book. it was a fine sortof historical mystery with all the requisite elements like red herrings and dubious intentions anim pretty neutral about this book. it was a fine sortof historical mystery with all the requisite elements like red herrings and dubious intentions and misread signals and girls tied up and whipped, but... eh. and im torn, because it is a perennial table book, but i think i might have to regulate its inclusion from now on, because in my opinion, it is all right but no great shakes. maybe people who are really into freud would like it more than i. this is me being too early for class and writing in the computer lab... maybe i wil let my impressions ferment and write a more full-bodied review this evening. now i must learn!
nope - nothing fruitful came from the fermenting. and i didnt learn anything except that this teacher presupposes a certain computer-vocabulary which i lack, and i am skeered that i will not be the best student in this class. and now i am ill and have a fever and i can only assume i caught swine flu from my computer class. rrrr...more
i cant help it, i love byron. i have about 30 books here that fictionalize his life and work and discourtesies. and most of them look like cheap romani cant help it, i love byron. i have about 30 books here that fictionalize his life and work and discourtesies. and most of them look like cheap romance novels, but i can't help it; i love the clubfooted bastard. even when they are bad. and this one is bad. byron as a vampire?? how could this story go off the tracks, you wonder?? well, it does. pretty spectacularly. and i own the sequel too, and i will read it because i cannot resist! i'm just glad i can read pretty quickly, so i am able to indulge myself these little distractions from good taste and sensible reading. someday soon i will embark upon my byronathon and read all these old mass markets with their blue-tinted pages and see if any of them deserve to be back in print, or if it was meant to protect us all......more
The young lady behind me discreetly removed her finger from my rectum and kissed my shoulder.
abraham lincoln is back, in this, the secon The young lady behind me discreetly removed her finger from my rectum and kissed my shoulder.
abraham lincoln is back, in this, the second part of his journey to save the mooooon from emperor komei.
for those of you just joining us: emperor komei wants to destroy the moon to disrupt foreign trade, lincoln's got a magical penis and a young ninja lover who is going to show him the gropes. i mean "ropes."
“Mr. President!” he gasped. “Fill me with your rod!”
there - all caught up.
and now we are on our way to distant japan so that the ninja elders can confirm that lincoln is, indeed, the one who is destined to save them all from moon-lack. like there is any doubt.
he will prove this through battle with other young fighters. but oh no the first one is a mere girl!!
“Now wait just a minute!" I protested. “No one told me that I would have to spar with a girl! I could break her over my knee.”
now, now, that won't be necessary.
I sighed and shook my head. If I had to school a pretty young girl in order to earn the elders’ trust, then that is what I would do.
and indeed, he does.
but he does not defeat her in hand-to-hand combat. it is a less traditional battle, in that it is penis-to-mouth. take that, MMA! this time, it stands for mixed multi-asssss.
because she cannot help it - once lincoln's birthmark starts glowing, once his magical sexual allure is activated, none can resist the power of the potus.
oh, this opponent will go down, all right.
and also the five other ninjettes.
“Look at his phallus, sisters! The phallus doesn’t lie!...Join us, my sisters. Feel the power of the president! Taste his majesty!”
such a heated battle! the elders will be so impressed with lincoln's prowess!! they will all agree that he is the chosen one!! they will take him to their secret reflecting pool which will take him to the moon!! and it will all end like a choose-your-own-adventure novel:
This pool can take you anywhere in the world . . . or it can take you to the Moon. All you must do is step into the sacred waters and dream of your destination.”
“But what will I do on the Moon? I don’t understand!”
“Emperor Komei is already on the Moon, along with a sizable force of guards and engineers. They have taken the doomsday machine with them. It is not yet complete, but we fear that it could be finished with the next year. Only you have the power to stop them! Only you can face the Emperor’s wrath. Will you help us?”
oh, god, i hope that he does!!! because i have heard that the third part of this series is to be called Abraham Lincoln, Fucklord of the Moon, and there is no way i am going to miss out on that one.
it isn't so bad as to be unendurable, but it definitely is the kind of thing where you can see elementsugh - i don't know what this book is thinking.
it isn't so bad as to be unendurable, but it definitely is the kind of thing where you can see elements of it that make sense, but the overall effect is just not working.
i mean, i guess so. it is better than what i could make.
but when you are going up against:
you're pretty much screwed. and i don't know yet what the horror novel equivalent is to my little fashion gargoyle mondo, but someday my horror prince will come.
i read this one because it promised to be a literary-themed horror novel, about a haunted yaddo type of place where famous people like eliot and henry james and virginia woolf etc once did some work, contributing to some secret archive of unknown glory blah blah blah.
if you are reading this for the inclusion of literary greats, go find another book. the only place these people show up are in photographs. there is no attempt to write about them as characters or to discuss their "secret" work. there is a brief and completely unsatisfying laundry list of work that "may have been inspired by" their time here, but then it becomes a list of, "oh, here are some moderately creepy works by authors people know - i will pretend they once worked at this house for dramatic purposes! bang!! whimper!!"
so but this book is about someone who is chosen to come to this house to study the archives of his aunt; a poet who was either way ahead of her time or batshit crazy, and while he is there he discovers seeeecrets and horrrorrr...
only it's not, really. again, like poor mila's outfit - there are all these parts but nothing really comes together in a harmonious whole. things are not as they seem, and the man himself has a creepy backstory and is this drunkenness or madness and what is the deal with these tiny houses and this room full of newspapers and this stairway that goes on and on and on...why is this man yelling at me in a graveyard and who are these people i see thru the windows and what do my dreams mean?
it gets messy.
i was talking to someone about this at work, and he suggested that it was because straub is old and can't cut it. which, maybe, but after i used the internet - he is only 69!! leonard cohen is about ten years older and just released his best album in 17 years.
i was hoping for a short horror novel about literary personalities.
instead i got kind of a mess.
it might just be that my own expectations were not met except for the "short" part, and i am just being cranky, but i really think this is an unsuccessful exercise. there are too many placeholders for things that should be scary and interesting, and not enough actual cohesive story.
straub - you can leave the runway. and please clean up your workspace...more