for someone with a "tastes like people" shelf, it seems unnatural to have neglected reviewing this tasty little tr...morehow have i never reviewed this book?
for someone with a "tastes like people" shelf, it seems unnatural to have neglected reviewing this tasty little treat.
have i ever (knowingly) eaten human flesh? no.
i have eaten those little hangnail thingies that ruffle off my fingers, and i gnaw at my own lips in times of stress and swallow the shreds all the time, but i have never braised or roasted a friend. i have never fricasseed an enemy.
but could i, psychologically? could i overcome the great taboo and actually eat a human?
by all accounts, human flesh is mediocre at best. and there isn't a lot of usable meat - this is why sharks don't really like eating people and don't go out of their way to eat us. we are too bony, and we require a lot of preparation. it's like people who go nuts for (pig) ribs. it just seems like so much work for so little meat. i would rather just eat the barbecue sauce on asparagus or something.
but people meat? the novelty of it is too good to pass up, right?
when i turned thirty, i set myself the task of revisiting all the foods i had previously declared were "from the devil" to see if my mature palate could now accept them. and i discovered that many foods were not, in fact, from the devil.
eating people would just be another experiment.
and i completely understand why it is socially unacceptable to casually eat one's neighbor. it is discourteous because they probably have their own things going on, and eating them might get in the way of their hopes and dreams and all that.
but if we are talking in terms of survival? i would eat you in a heartbeat. i wouldn't even wait to see if this was a situation that would remedy itself in a few hours or days.
that blackout we had in nyfc a few years back? i was ready. i was walking back to queens from manhattan licking my chops at the herd of tasty yum-yums walking alongside me and thinking about which knife i had at home that would be equal to the task. fortunately for the citizens of queens, i was too sleepy that night to do more than gather them in a gleaming line on my table and when power was restored the next day, i just got a sandwich.
i get hungry.
and to all you people who say "groooosss," i'm sure there are things you people eat that are equally gross. olives, for example. still from the devil.
and if i made you some fresh human casserole with scalloped potatoes and cheese and some delicate mushrooms, you would eat that like crazy.
at the apocalypse, everyone will come to my restaurant. tip your servers well, otherwise, you might end up in a stew.
THIS BOOK IS OFFICIALLY OFF MY "BUY FOR ME THANKS" SHELF BECAUSE JEN FISHER IS AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL OF BIRTHDAY PACKAGES AND OH MY GOD I AM ALL TEARY-EYE...moreTHIS BOOK IS OFFICIALLY OFF MY "BUY FOR ME THANKS" SHELF BECAUSE JEN FISHER IS AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL OF BIRTHDAY PACKAGES AND OH MY GOD I AM ALL TEARY-EYED.
new part of "review":
now that i have managed to get this from the old library,i am writing a proper review, so all you folks that voted on what was basically a plea for someone to spend money on me, i hope you still like it. and i still want someone to buy this for me, so save your pennies; get together and pool resources, sell some baked goods - whatever it takes, please.
before, i really wanted this book, and i didn't even know what it was. i thought it was going to be about byron the first rock star, and kind of tracing him in a history of fame, frenzy of renown kind of way. it is actually a collection of essays by various people (including the man whose book i just trashed in the internet - oops) discussing various representations and "interpretations" of byron across time and medium. and it's pretty great. even the essays that were not really related to byron as such, like the one on barbara cartland, were enjoyable.
the whole book really makes me rethink my fixation on the man. because i am guilty of being enamored of byron as symbol rather than byron as man or byron as poet. i've read the poetry, sure, i've read a play or two, and many of his collections of letters, which are of course, the best of all, but i can't get away from admiring the aura as well as the flesh and blood. the legend is just so damn attractive. there are still cringe-worthy elements of his life, of course - the pet bear and the drinking from skulls, the forced melodrama for the goth kids... but oh, the star-crossed sister love, the burning of shelley's body, the whole caro adventure. the man was a maniac, to be sure, but so fascinating and complicated. on one hand, this hedonistic whirlwind of excess, and on the other, the pleasure-denying anorexic. his self-obsession is understandable when you remember who his self actually was... endlessly changeable, endlessly interpretable. ah, byron, i always will admire thee.
oh and the best part: at the end, there are pages and pages of "byron in literature" and "byron in film" etc. now, every byron movie i have ever seen has been terrible (and to be fair, so have most of the books) but i still have a stack here to read, and this list just gives me more to acquire. i will be submerged in byron for a long time to come. ....................................................................... i want this book. but it is so so 'spensive on the internet. if anyone has it, and wants to be nice, i will trade for it, buy it (for less than 100 please), or i can make cookies or sock monsters or... well that's the range of my talents, but i'm open to learning new skills... thanks, bookowners...(less)
there is something about the overall tone of this book that i find really off-putting, but i cant articulate what it is. if someone else who has read...morethere is something about the overall tone of this book that i find really off-putting, but i cant articulate what it is. if someone else who has read this can give me a hand... love her music, the book was just eh. (less)
can anyone believe i finally finished this book?? i dont recommend it and im not even sure why. its just not very interesting, although it picks up a...morecan anyone believe i finally finished this book?? i dont recommend it and im not even sure why. its just not very interesting, although it picks up a little at the end. how someone can mess up with this kind of source material is beyond me. his writing just made me want to keep drifting off....but its over now and i can read my fascinating cataloging book...(less)
im not really sure why this is being published now, when it was written for the ghost of election past, but im not going to complain because i love th...moreim not really sure why this is being published now, when it was written for the ghost of election past, but im not going to complain because i love the dfw, and now i can rate it. greg will never catch me!!! (less)
its a good thing he said in his introduction "im not as cool as anthony bourdain", because this is not "eating dangerously". anthony bourdain eats shi...moreits a good thing he said in his introduction "im not as cool as anthony bourdain", because this is not "eating dangerously". anthony bourdain eats shit that is still alive. he eats seal eyeballs. he loves offal. parker-bowles is eating eels. and barbecue. and chile peppers. its hardly the same ballpark. its okay, its just kind of a long book to not be riveting throughout.(less)
this book is fun to read, but it didnt really teach me anything about cooking i didnt already know. except where to get my knives sharpened profession...morethis book is fun to read, but it didnt really teach me anything about cooking i didnt already know. except where to get my knives sharpened professionally - which i know i am too lazy to do when i can do them here adequately myself. actually, im too lazy to do it myself too. its more about overcoming food attitudes - food aversions, solitary dining, menu anxiety etc., than cooking, but its a fun, quick book if you like to read about food.(less)
hey, what did you guys do on your friday night? get drunk? get laid? spend a quiet evening with friends? see a fillum??
me? oh, i just sat at home, nur...more hey, what did you guys do on your friday night? get drunk? get laid? spend a quiet evening with friends? see a fillum??
me? oh, i just sat at home, nursing a sore back with painkillers, and decided to let my thoughts about cloud atlas percolate a little before writing a review for it, and decided to play a little booknerd game with myself. as part of my new year's resolution to finally get around to reviewing all the books on my "favorites" shelf, i scrolled through all of 'em until i came to the first "naked" one.
and here we are.
NO! IT IS WONDERFUL! ENVY ME MY FRIDAY NIGHTS!
this book is a must-have for booknerds. along with that nicholas basbanes book, it will get you well on your way to having the best book collection about books. like the one i have.
manguel approaches the concept of the library from all angles: the personal library, the library as institution, the architecture of the library, libraries lost to burning or time, "imaginary" libraries. and all told in this wonderfully anecdotal way that feels so familiar to anyone who appreciates books-as-objects.
i wrote a really long review of this earlier and accidentally deleted it (i blame the painkillers, truly) so i am going to let this book speak for itself.
-we dream of a library of literature created by everyone and belonging to no one, a library that is immortal and will mysteriously lend order to the universe, and yet we know that every orderly choice, every catalogued realm of the imagination, sets up a tyrannical hierarchy of exclusion. every library is exclusionary, since its selection, however vast, leaves outside its walls endless shelves of writing that, for reasons of taste, knowledge, space, and time, have not been included. every library conjures up its own dark ghost. every ordering sets up, in its wake, a shadow library of absences.
-i have no feeling of guilt regarding the books i have not read and perhaps will never read; i know that my books have unlimited patience. they will wait for me till the end of my days
-yet one fearful characteristic of the physical world tempers any optimism that a reader may feel in any ordered library: the constraints of space. it has always been my experience that, whatever groupings i choose for my books, the space in which i plan to lodge them necessarily reshapes my choice and, more important, in no time proves too small for them and forces me to change my arrangement. in a library, no empty shelf remains empty for long. like nature, libraries abhor a vacuum, and the problem of space is inherent in the very nature of any collection of books. this is the paradox presented by every general library: that if, to a lesser or greater extent, it intends to accumulate and preserve as comprehensive as possible a record of the world, then ultimately its task must be redundant, since it can only be satisfied when the library's borders coincide with those of the world itself. in my adolescence, i remember watching with a kind of fascinated horror, how night after night the shelves on the wall of my room would fill up, apparently on their own, until no promissory nooks were left. new books, lying flat as in the earliest codex libraries, would begin to pile up one on top of the other. old books, occupying their measured place during the day, would double and quadruple in volume and keep any newcomers at bay. all around me - on the floor, in the corners, under the bed, on my desk - columns of books would slowly rise and transform the space into a saprophyte forest, its sprouting trunks threatening to crowd me out. later, in my home in toronto, i put up bookshelves just about everywhere - in bedrooms and kitchen, corridors and bathroom. even the covered porch had its shelves, so that my children complained that they felt they required a library card to enter their own home
i was going to type out the rest of that paragraph, but it was so peppered with diacritical marks that my un-computer-savvy self balked. but know that it is adorable. and this gives you incentive to seek it out for yourself.
this book needs to be read. read it.
i am going to, again.
but now i am going to run away before i accidentally delete this one, too. new year's resolution - i am on my way to you!(less)