There i found the neanderthaloids fighting with immigrants coming from Africa." "Why? Shortage of game?" asked Father. "no, no, it's a pdf bountiful country, flowing with milk and honey said Uncle ian, "But there's something in the air there that makes primates as cantankerous as gorillas that have eaten sour apples." As Kate remarked, this is a deeply cynical book at the core. I can sort of see why it would appeal to terry Pratchett (who has more inherent faith in the goodness of the species than Lewis does and it should appeal to Pratchett fans who don't mind a more cynical take on the world. It's an odd little book (and a very quick read but worth a look if you see a copy. permanent Link April 15, 2002 a working of Stars by debra doyle and James. The seventh novel in the mageworlds series, from the second-best counter-example to the rule that collaborative novels tend to suck.
I wish I could think so, ernest, but looking at you, listening to you, i cannot think. Some of the characters and events are fairly unpleasant, but I don't find that as off-putting as Kate does, and I'm a sucker for gimmicks like uncle vanya, who wanders by the cave occasionally to deliver harangues insisting that the family thank should return to the. What you are doing, out of your own mouth, is something absolutely different. What you are doing, i deeply regret to say, is trying to better yourself. And that is unnatural, disobedient, presumptuous, and, i may add, vulgar, middle-class, and materialistic. Now then, Edward said Uncle vanya nastily. You think you're fathering a totally new species, don't you?" "Well said Father uneasily, "I did just have the thought-" "I knew it!" cried Uncle vanya triumphantly. "Edward, i can read you like a- like a- well, i know exactly what you're." There are some delightfully silly bits in this book, and some wonderfully biting satire (I'll hear the above passage every time leon Kass opens his mouth). In addition to Uncle vanya's ranting, Uncle ian's recounting of his travels to Asia is priceless: "It was hard work, going from cave to cave; but in the end I came to palestine.
There's enough stuff jammed in here that the book constantly threatens to spiral into complete incoherence, but Fforde manages to hold it all together. It's a little too complicated to really be called coherent, but by the end of the book most of the subplots resolve in an interesting way: Jane eyre has a much improved ending to her story, thursday's love life resolves itself, and we discover who. This is a terrific little book, and I highly recommend. Better yet, there's apparently a sequel on the way. permanent Link April 17, 2002 The evolution Man, or How i ate my father by roy lewis. This is much more my sort of book than it is Kate's. It's the story of a horde of early hominids roaming around prehistory inventing things (fire, cooking, art, music, weapons) and debating their place in history i doubt if we have reached the Upper Pleistocene yet.
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The book follows the adventure of Thursday next, a member of the Special Operations bureaucracy which runs Britain (except for the socialist Republic of Wales) as a virtual police state. Specifically, she's a specOps-27, a literaTec, charged with tracking down literary crimes (forged Shakespeare folios, and the like). When the manuscript of Dickens's Martin Chuzzlewit is stolen, Thursday is drawn into the pursuit fine of criminal mastermind Acheron Hades, which eventually leads to literary murders, kidnapping, and a climactic showdown inside the pages of the original manuscript of Jane eyre. This is a resoundingly silly book in many ways, as the names alone should make clear. In addition to next and Hades, there are chapter epigraphs from the writings of "Millon de floss a specOps-27 officer named Victor Analogy, a goliath Corporation operative named Jack Schitt, a policeman named Oswald Mandias, a paige turner, and a host of others.
"Judith Prietht" in david Foster Wallace's The Broom of the system is the only example i can think of where it might be more obvious that the author was giggling to himself while typing the manuscript. If that doesn't make clear what sort of mind you're dealing with, a bit of poking around the book's official web site will- this is the work of a man who painted Escher's interlocking lizards on a replica porsche. Nothing is too weird. This is also one of those rare books which makes me feel under-educated (I was forced to call Kate for a plot summary of Jane eyre at one point, never having read the book.). I know trend there are a bunch of literary jokes I'm not getting, but the ones I do get are enough to make this one of the funniest books i've read in quite some time. This is an extremely odd little book- part cop story, part alternate history, part literary experiment, and all fun.
And, well, passage just isn't very good at all. permanent Link, april 21, 2002, the eyre Affair by jasper Fforde. Every now and then, i look back over what i've been reading, and say "Wow, i read a whole lot of crap." (This pre-dates the book log, btw, though the book log makes the process more quantitative.) On those occasions, i run out to the. Happily, despite the oft-repeated claims of many genre fiction fans, critical praise is not a foolproof indicator of a dull and depressing read. The eyre Affiar is an excellent counter-example- it's gotten all manner of glowing reviews, and yet "romp" is really the best word to describe the book.
It's set in a weird alternate England where time travel is common, people can step in and out of works of literature, proseletyzing Baconians roam the streets handing out pamphlets about who really wrote Shakespeare's plays, and Richard iii is staged like the rocky horror. He limped up and down the boards, eyeing the audience malevolently past a perticularly ugly prosthetic nose. "Ham!" yelled someone at the back. Richard opened his mouth to speak and the whole audience erupted in unison: when is the winter of our discontent?" "Now replied Richard with a cruel smile, "is the winter of our discontent." A cheer went up to the chandeliers high in the ceiling. The play had begun. Landen and I cheered with them. Richard iii was one of those plays that could repeal the law of diminishing returns; it could be enjoyed over and over again.
The, girl on the, train, summary, gradesaver
They're also placed in a trademark connie willis setting, a sprawling hospital so complicated that the difficulty of navigating its many corridors serves as a running joke of sorts. Their research subjects are quirky to the point of uselessness, so joanna herself decides to become a test subject, and wallpaper they proceed to plumb the mysteries of Life and (Near-)Death. There's some promise to the set-up, and for a little while the story has a nice horror-ish feel reminiscent of Willis's Lincoln's Dreams, which had a similar focus on dreams and visions. The plot is dragged out in a truly excruciating manner, though, and a couple of characters seem to appear for the sole purpose of slowing the plot to a crawl. The grand resolution to the central mystery is just too reminiscent of a headline from The Onion to seem profound, and the very end is unbelievably daft. The writing is competent enough, and the story is enjoyable on an episodic sort of basis, but the overall structure of the plot is criminally stupid. I said above that this seems to have set up a gigantic clash between Willis and Bujold for Hugo supremacy, but this may well be a year when neither of them wins. Curse of Chalion is a fantasy novel, fantasy novels tend not to win Hugos (with a few exceptions).
(i've been warned that Perdido Street Station probably isn't my thing, and i know that Ken protein MacLeod isn't, so it'll stop there). I've generally liked Willis's other work, so when this got the inevitable hugo nomination, i bumped it to the top of the to-read pile. Rare as it is for me to read a majority of the hugo-nominated novels, it's rarer still that i agree with the sort of review which says "This long novel would've made a nice novella." guess it's my year for rare occurrances, because this long. This was a tremendously frustrating book, but explaining why will require massive spoilers. For the sake of any of my readers (all six of you) who might care to have this book remain un-spoiled, i'll post only a few general comments here, and direct you to a spoiler-laden rant for the full story. The book is the story. Joanna lander, a psychologist investigating near-death experiences (nde's who sets up a collaboration with. Richard Wright, a neurologist who has discovered a way to simulate nde's, and is convinced that they may hold the key to life-extending treatments. These are pretty much stock connie willis characters- both funny, quirky, attractive, and perfect for one another, though they're too wrapped up in their work to notice.
pay ten bucks for this even if I won the lottery, but it was an amusing enough read when borrowed from somebody else. permanent Link, april 24, 2002, passage by connie willis. This is a new Connie willis novel, and thus, it's nominated for a hugo Award. Actually, we're set up for an Irresistible force. Immovable Object steel-cage death match between this and Bujold's. Curse of Chalion (which has the distinction of being the first book to appear in this book log). It's a rare year in which I read a majority of the hugo nominees, and reading this will get me most of the way there, with. The Chronoliths likely to finish the job.
It is my sad duty to write down these unpleasant tales, but there is nothing stopping you from putting this book down at once and plan reading something happy, if you prefer that sort of thing. The baudelaire children (Violet, Klaus, and Sunny) are orphaned on page eight, thrown into the care of the uncaring bureaucrat. Poe, then shuffled off to live with the loathsome count Olaf, their (geographically) closest relative. Olaf treats them abominably, and has vile plans to get his hands on their inheritance, but none of the other adults in the story notice or care, leaving the children to fend for themselves. Which they do quite well, as it turns out, though the happy ending they deserve is yanked away from them at the end, as they're sent off to live with another relative (who will turn out to be loathsome as well, in the next book.). If ever a book cried out for. Edward Gorey illustrations (see also the, edward Gorey tarot this is it (though Brett Helquist does a nice job in his own right.).
The, girl on the, train, summary
The library of Babel, this page contains the archived copies of book log entries for April of 2002. Current book log, return to Archive index. April 29, 2002, the bad Beginning by "Lemony Snicket." There are two kinds of children's books out there. One kind are all sweetness and light, and are written especially for the sweet, innocent, well-behaved (and presumably also spherical and frictionless) children that elderly relatives will insist were the only kind of child found back in the idyllic days before the whole country went. The other kind is written with a more realistic image of the typical child in mind. This is the sort of kid's book the pseudonymous Lemony Snicket writes. This is a silly book, but rather than glossing over the uglier side of life, it positively revels in the theatrical misfortunes gpa of the baudelaire siblings: In this short book alone, the three youngsters encounter a greedy and repulsive villain, itchy clothing, a disastrous fire.