More specifically: the small back of one Eastern European child who is made to carry the dead-weight of an otherwise Zach Braffian cast of vapid charaMore specifically: the small back of one Eastern European child who is made to carry the dead-weight of an otherwise Zach Braffian cast of vapid characters when she's not on her back getting raped by yet another stranger.
Yes, both the rape and sex scenes seemed like shock for shock's sake, and since rape and sex scenes made up the majority of the book, that's even more of a problem than usual. I'm not scared off by disturbing content, but it needs to serve more of a purpose than as a shortcut to making the scene/character seem interesting and complex and tortured. I'm not naïve enough to think there isn't senseless violence in the world, but even the randomness of cruelty is a theme that has been done to death. And hey, did you know that the line between sex and violence is kinda blurry? Oh, you did? Wait, did you just...fall asleep? Rude.
Anyway, the characters were so one-dimensional it was like they were lifted straight from the game "Art School Clue." And it was The Painter in The Studio with The Paintbrush (up his ass)....more
See. Toldja that whole Beatles Man or Elvis Man dichotomy was bullshit. I am in both camps, which means that Steve Erickson believes I am one of manySee. Toldja that whole Beatles Man or Elvis Man dichotomy was bullshit. I am in both camps, which means that Steve Erickson believes I am one of many molecules holding together the fabric of the Western cultural cosmos. I found an LP copy of "Big Science" for a dollar or two not too long ago (Laurie Anderson's cred being unfortunately listed on the sticker as "Lou Reed's wife" which, grrrr, but it was still a helluva lucky find), so I will be certain to play O Superman at top volume any time the end feels nigh. So, daily?
This book is great if you are a reader, and amazing if you are a reader/music nerd.
Misc: It's strange how much media I have been consuming as of late that happens to reference the Cecil Hotel. I never had much interest in LA, but I'm starting to feel a calling...road trip?
'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice And when justice is gone, there's always force And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!...more
Holy hell. Swoony Tunes over here. Even people who wanted to assassinate Rushdie for being kind of an asshole(?) had to acknowledge that he is so absuHoly hell. Swoony Tunes over here. Even people who wanted to assassinate Rushdie for being kind of an asshole(?) had to acknowledge that he is so absurdly good at fiction-craft, it leaves you flabbergasted at the end of each sentence. Problem is, I can't really quote it for you, because it's one of those books that is incredible when taken in its nesting-doll-ness, in how the most moving and/or (mostly and) funny quotes sort of echo and expand upon and curl inside and crawl on top of previous quotes/events in such a way that I would basically have to tell you half of that scene's action and several actions before it in order to express why such and such is such a great line, and even then it would fall flat like a "you just had to be there" style joke. A stacking, ever-running, ever-evolving joke inside an insight box that I can't even figure out how to show you. I am totally not prepared to even be Summary Salman Rushie. Not at all.
When people write (orchestrate?) like this and make it look so effortless, so inevitable and yet illuminating and necessary and titillating, it makes me sad for most of the other writers. Sorry, guys. Jeesh, maaaaybe it's Maybelline, but it seems more likely that he was born with it. Thankfully, that happened. Him being born, not Maybelline. What? Whatever, this is totally a draft of a review. Maybe. Probably it will sit here making me look stupid for all time.
Fury was apparently a bad place to meet Rushdie fifteen years ago. Hence the gap of fifteen years between Rushdie novels. That novel was OK, if I remember correctly? Forgettable. This, on the other hand, is just dizzying. I'm getting the reader tinglies! Staying up too late for more word-fix. I know this is probably not the best time to be reading a book so harshly critical of religion (and one in particular), but MAN it is good. It's sincerely been, so far, an experience akin to (at least my) first readings of Wallace or Pynchon. Neurons a-firin'! I had no idea, because I suck at listening.
All right, this is all getting pretty indecent...I will place a pillow over my boner, post-haste, and stop the dopey cooing and the slobber. Please accept my apology, elegant sir/mam. Also, read this....more
Do not read this if you have yet to watch the first two seasons of Twin Peaks. Oh, you know why I get to put it that way? Because there's gonna be a tDo not read this if you have yet to watch the first two seasons of Twin Peaks. Oh, you know why I get to put it that way? Because there's gonna be a third! Wheeeeeee!!! Anyway, warned.
Well, as fun as it was returning to Twin Peaks, this book contains some grievous errors*, and a little too much emphasis on the UFO side of things for my taste. However, we do get to:
1) learn who (if anyone) lived and who (if anyone) died in the bank vault explosion (Andrew Packard? Audrey Horne? Pete Martell? Random bank employee?).
2) spend some time with L. Ron Hubbard, Jack Parsons, and Richard Nixon (uh huh, I mean that).
3) enjoy some not so subtle mockery of how freakin' stupid and lame James Hurley is, because seriously, nobody likes him, right? That guy? "Not a book reader."
4) discover that Dr. Jacobi is basically supposed to be Carlos Castaneda, also known as that asshole who made up a bunch of shit about being a shaman. That kook Jacobi suddenly makes so much sense!
We do not, however, get anything close to an answer to that famous last question by that famous last maybe-Cooper: "How's Annie?"
For this and so much more, the new season can't come soon enough. Also, 2017 in general can't come soon enough, because seriously FUCK 2016.
*Oh, right, the errors. WELL, let me just list off a couple to give you an idea.
1) This one is kind of small, but the book mentions how Cooper was wearing a bullet-proof vest when he was shot by Josie because he knew a hit on him was coming. Wrong, Mark! He was wearing a vest because he still had it on from the undercover op at One-Eyed Jacks and the sting on Jacques Renault. The bullet is why it took him so long to find Audrey's note. Duh!
2) This one gets a bit rambly, but if you are a big fan of the show, I am confident that you can stay with me. I hope. So, the book attributes Norma and Hank's marriage to Big Ed leaving "for the war," whereas the show makes it clear that Norma only married Hank because Ed married Nadine in a jealous rage over Norma simply going out of town with Hank. In the book, however, Norma and Hank get married way before Nadine and Ed. NONONO. Ed and Nadine get married right out of high school. This book even screws up how Nadine lost her eye, saying that she was following Ed into the forest thinking he was meeting up with Norma, when he was really just hunting with a buddy (Harry Truman - the sheriff, not the president). Her jealousy apparently got her eye shot out on accident by stray buckshot, which: nope. Nadine lost her eye on accident by stray buckshot on their honeymoon while she and Ed were hunting together. You know, right after their wedding. Right out of high school. In the reality where Ed is not a veteran. Before Norma and Hank got married. This is why the two couples were stuck with one another despite the obvious googoo mess between Ed and Norma, and the even more obvious douchiness of Hank Jennings, professional domino-licker.
Look, I know it's been 25 years, but there's no excuse for me knowing this plot better than you, Frost! How about a refresher marathon of the series before writing an entire book based on it? You are so freakin' grounded. Now go to your room and do your homework!
Still, it's Twin Peaks. If you were going to read it, then you're still going to read it. It will definitely help tide you over until next year. Next year! ...more