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Archived Since:April 27, 2010

Blog Post Archive

Going to be doing a Tolkien (re-)reading/reviewing project this month

Some things just occur spontaneously, I suppose. After finding Serbian editions of The Silmarillion and The Children of Húrin in a used bookstore last week, I found myself musing that I had never reviewed those books or The Hobbit. Then...Show More Summary

August 2014 reads

August was a much busier reading month for me, due in part to being laid up for much of the second half of the month with a work-related back injury. I finished 39 books in August, most of them first-time reads. Also reviewed the majority of the books read then as well, with again around twenty reviews written during the month. Show More Summary

Jeff VanderMeer, Acceptance

Writing, for me, is like trying to restart an engine that has rested for years, silent and rusting, in an empty lot – choked with water and dirt, infiltrated by ants and spiders and cockroaches. Vines and weeds shoved into it and spouting out of it. Show More Summary

The "long tail" of reviewing, or why it's hard to judge reader desire by momentary stats

Read a post today by Justin Landon on his perception that multi-volume SF/F series are declining and social media/the internet are at least partially responsible. I thought several of his arguments were weak, especially in relation to readers not caring as much for latter reviews in a multi-volume series. Show More Summary

Thinking about taking up a José Saramago reading/review project for the coming years

I have several José Saramago works (poetry, prose, drama, essays) in Portuguese and Spanish translations that I have never reviewed. I'm contemplating trying to locate, read, and possibly review in the future those major works of his (and some minor ones) that I haven't yet written about here. Show More Summary

Elsa Morante, Arturo's Island

Quite apart from endearments, I lived entirely without kisses and caresses, and out of pride, I had to approve of this. But sometimes, especially in the evening, when I was alone in a room and started to miss my mother, mother came to mean precisely caresses. Show More Summary

Leatherbound Book Review: Elsa Morante, History

It is known that such a feeling gnaws at its victims with the ferocity of a tireless rodent, and often compensates them with dreams. Mussolini and Hitler, in their way, were two dreamers; but here is where their inherent difference lies. Show More Summary

Ludmila Ultiskaya, Daniel Stein, Interpreter

4. January 1946, Wroclaw LETTER FROM EFRAIM CWYK TO AVIDOR STEIN Dear Avigdor, Did you know I managed to find Dieter back in August last year? He is alive, but stuck in a monastery! When I heard he had become a monk I could not believe it. Show More Summary

Looking at my 2014 reading/reviewing goals, 2/3 into the year

Today marks the 242nd day of 2014. There are 123 days remaining in the year, so roughly 2/3 have already passed. Thought I would post an update on my 2014 reading/reviewing goals, note some changes, and lament one or two that have already failed. Show More Summary

Bryan Lee O'Malley, Katie

Many stories, whatever their medium of expression or genre of storytelling, often begin with real-life encounters with people and a simple "what if?" pondering that leads to a series of other questions that in turn engender a story. This was the case for Bryan Lee O'Malley (author of Scott Pilgrim) in his latest graphic novel, Seconds. Show More Summary

Some late August Foreign Book Porn

Made my monthly trip to McKay's today. Found quite a few titles in translation in languages that I want to learn. Above are four Serbian translations: J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Hurin; Tolkien, The Silmarillion; Salvador Dali, I am a Genius; and Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. Show More Summary

Kameron Hurley, The Mirror Empire

"Sorry," Roh said. "I'm Rohinmey Tadisa Garika, a student of Ora Dasai's. Forgot about Saiduan privacy. I meant no offense. We're very open here." The sanisi sheathed his blade. Roh had not gotten a good look at the sanisi back in the foyer. Show More Summary

Roxane Gay, Bad Feminist

In many ways, likability is a very elaborate lie, a performance, a code of conduct dictating the proper way to be. Characters who don't follow this code become unlikeable. Critics who criticize a character's unlikeability cannot necessarily be faulted. Show More Summary

The Ceremony of Innocence: The OF Blog Turns 10

On August 25, 2004, I began this blog as an extension of the now-defunct wotmania's Other Fantasy section. Originally I intended to make only occasional posts of interviews and other content originating on that site, but after threeShow More Summary

Rachel Pollack, The Child Eater

After dinner he was looking out of the window while he dried the dishes, and he noticed a pair of squirrels in the backyard. There was nothing strange about them. The place was full of squirrels, and chipmunks, and occasionally deer,...Show More Summary

Corrine Duyvis, Otherbound

In the world of the Dunelands, Amara was sleeping. Striding through the Walgreens aisles, Nolan wished he could do the same—just curl up in bed, shut his eyes, see nothing but the insides of his eyelids. No: see nothing but the insides of Amara’s eyelids. Show More Summary

Lily King, Euphoria

She rolled a pencil beneath her palm on the table and then she looked up at me. 'Helen and I were lovers,' she said. 'Ah.' This explained a few things. She laughed at my 'ah' and told me they had met during Nell's first anthropology class with Boas. Show More Summary

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

I know what that's like too, when the last thing you feel is the pinch in your arm and this might hurt just a little and you're off into the wherever depending on the length and breadth of your imagination. My father has a whole section of his library just for this. Show More Summary

Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North

Something was happening inside Dorrigo Evans as he watched. Here were three hundred men watching three men destroying a man whom they knew, and yet they did nothing. And they would continue to watch and they would continue to do nothing. Show More Summary

Karen Joy Fowler, We All Are Completely Beside Ourselves

Those weeks I spent with our grandparents in Indianapolis still serve as the most extreme demarcation in my life, my personal Rubicon. Before, I had a sister. After, none. Before, the more I talked the happier our parents seemed. After, they joined the rest of the world in asking me to be quiet. Show More Summary

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