Raeden Zen's Blog, page 107
June 19, 2014
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Lunar Moon Base // David Hardy
Lunar Moon Base // David Hardy
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Giant Ocean Waves of Wood and Glass by Mario...
Giant Ocean Waves of Wood and Glass by Mario Ceroli
According to the New York Times sculptor Mario Ceroli is one of the least known yet most influential artists of the Italian post-war scene. His work spans over forty years and I encourage you to take a deep dive into his website to explore his wide range of installations and sculptures. Two of his most beautiful works depict crashing waves sculpted from thin layers of precisely cut wood and glass titled La Vague and Maestrale. The energy present in the works is remarkable as if any moment the materials are going to crash into the gallery floor. Also, if you’ve ever been to the Adelaide Botanic Garden in Australia you may have seen a similar piece by sculptor Sergio Redegalli called Cascade.
Book Review: The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris
Addictive, Disgusting, Brilliant Suspense Thriller
The Silence of the Lambs tells the story of FBI student Clarice Starling and her work with Jack Crawford, the head of Behavioral Science, the FBI division that deals with serial murder, to find serial killer “Buffalo Bill.” He sends her on what seems a harmless errand, to present a questionnaire to one Dr. Hannibal “The Cannibal” Lecter, and with this the chase for Buffalo Bill is on. The conflict and themes are varied, the dialogue is genuine, the plot is intricate and the details well researched. The unnamed narrator delivers the story with a controlled omniscient view that allows us to experience the events from many perspectives, even the antagonists, yet the reader’s connection with the protagonists, Starling and Crawford, is unquestioned. We root for Starling because we’ve all been in situations where it felt as if the world worked against us, while we sympathize with Crawford and his tragedy, whether or not we’ve lost loved ones. As the narrator develops the relationship between Starling and Lecter, we even hope that Dr. Lecter isn’t as bad as Crawford suggests.
"Do you think if you caught Buffalo Bill yourself and you made Catherine all right, you could make the lambs stop screaming, do you think they’d be all right too and you wouldn’t wake up again in the dark and hear the lambs screaming? Clarice?"
"Yes. I don’t know. Maybe."
"Thank you, Clarice."
Is Dr. Lecter thanking her for sharing her secrets with him? Or does he plan to use this information in some malicious manner? The reader doesn’t know, but must finish the novel to find out. It is this dynamic, and that of the pursuit of Catherine Martin, (and all the events in between), that make The Silence of the Lambs at once addictive, disgusting, brilliant, a fast-paced thriller that has it all: a man who hunts women, hunted by a woman; an enigmatic serial killer, (who can smell anything, it seems), in Dr. Lecter who eats human flesh and wittingly pursues his objectives while he seemingly aids the apprehension of another serial killer, a killer with his own obsession with human flesh; metaphors unique and as thought-provoking as any in literature; and a climactic act and denouement that provides closure and yet leaves us wanting more.
The bottom line: The Silence of the Lambs is unputdownable from beginning to end.
