Film on Netflix by Lin-Manuel Miranda about Jonathan Larson, the writer/composer of Rent. Brilliant.
Saturday, December 4, 2021
Wednesday, November 3, 2021
We spend a lot of time on hate. What about love? I'd love more love.
Right now I'm listening to Queen (their first eponymous album) and eating home-roasted pumpkin seeds. These are things I love. Also, tonight we finished watching Midnight Mass (on Netflix) which was flipping fantastic. Highest recommends.
Maybe, depending on how things go, this space can be used as a bit of a clearinghouse for the things I love most in the world. If no one is listening anyways, it's not like I have to be super strict with myself. May as well stretch out, put my feet up.
With respect to my reading list, I'm already cheating my own system. I haven't finished 1Q84 -- I've relegated it to the Finnegans Wake seat of honor (aka porcelain throne) to ensure, erhm, daily progress. In the meanwhile, I've read The Hunger Games and started Johnny Got His Gun. It's not totally tidy, but it's something. And something is so much better than nothing.
Monday, October 18, 2021
Sunday, October 17, 2021
I like books.
Or, I used to. I've always defined myself as a "reader," but actual reading has been in short supply for a while. Initially the transition to writing made it (perhaps ironically) harder to read fiction -- I think because I was reading things from this new, highly-critical perspective, and it prevented me from being absorbed by the fiction. For a while I was afraid that I'd lost the magic permanently.
Then my child was growing, and what little time I might have had for reading was spent either writing, or participating in workshops, or with my family in other pursuits, etc. And then, when I would read, I often got sucked into some non-fiction, for one reason or another. For the last couple of years, I've been homeschooling my child, and that's led me to read a number of works of history and etc., to help remind myself of the things I ought to know, to pass them along. And no mistake, I love it. I love history.
But it isn't fiction.
So here I am, ready to read once more. And because I cannot have a slice of cake, but must stuff the whole thing in my mouth, I have a plan to read... 54 books next year. (Which represents 52 books I've never read before, and 2 more that I have.)
Here they are:
It being October, I was initially inspired to attempt something like this when I stumbled over several "favorite horror books" lists. I started writing down suggestions, which eventually became... this. So a ton of horror to kick this thing off.
1. The Ruins by Scott Smith
2. Ghost Story by Peter Straub
3. Blindness by Jose Saramago
4. The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay
5. The Books of Blood by Clive Barker
6. Funland by Richard Laymon
I've never read anything by Clive Barker, yet, which seems a bit of an oversight. (...a theme that shall develop throughout this list.) And Ghost Story I've meant to read forever, given that Stephen King has namedropped it in the past.
Speaking of Mr. King, it's a life ambition of mine to read his corpus (or corpses, as the case may be), so a couple of his earlier works that I've somehow missed:
7. Pet Sematary by Stephen King
8. Cujo by Stephen King
And I've never yet read anything by his kid
9. Heart-Shaped Box by Joe Hill
Filling in a few more gaps in my literacy with
10. The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty
11. Red Dragon by Thomas Harris
And a return to the author of Hyperion, which I enjoyed long ago. I've heard he's a great horror writer, too
12. Summer of Night by Dan Simmons
One of the subgenres I've read about in these lists, which will be reflected above, presently, and later, is "extreme horror," by which I take to mean lots of unpleasantness. Frankly, I don't expect to enjoy it, but I've always set the most stock in my own, direct experience. I mean, I've subjected myself to Finnegans Wake; I can stomach anything.
With that hubris in mind
13. American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
14. Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
15. Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo
16. We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver
17. Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk
18. House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
19. The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks
Lest this sound too stuffy or sanitized, some works that I think veer a little further from mainstream respectability...
20. The Girl Next Door by Jack Ketchum
21. The Bighead by Edward Lee
22. Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite
23. The Ressurectionist by Wrath James White
24. The Troop by Nick Cutter
I plan on regretting a few of these decisions, I'm sure, and maybe not the ones I most expect. But if I'm not taking chances, what am I doing? Besides, I plan on learning from the bad at least as much as from the good -- or so I shall tell myself.
Now a little SF/Fantasy to lighten the mood, which I've roughly divided into "classic" and "modern" (but don't hold me to that, or anything).
25. The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin
26. Ringworld by Larry Niven
27. Rendezvous with Rama by Arthur C. Clarke
28. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Phillip K. Dick
29. Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
30. The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley
All classics, so far as I'm aware, and I've never read a single one of 'em. So I figure I can either sit here embarrassed or do something about it. These then must be the "moderns" (mostly so I could split 'em, six and six -- I'm sure they're equally "classic" in their own right, or will be):
31. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
32. Redshirts by John Scalzi
33. The Three-Body Problem by Cixin Liu
34. The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin
35. The Calculating Stars by Mary Robinette Kowal
36. A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine
In searching for titles to add, I came upon a video talking about peoples' favorite books. There's nothing particular in this, but it's as good a starting point as anything, and so
37. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
38. Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
39. Call Me By Your Name by Andre Aciman
40. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
41. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
42. One-Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
43. The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
44. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
45. A Secret History by Donna Tartt
46. A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
And two taken from there that I've already read, but years ago, such that I think could stand revisiting:
47. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
48. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Finally, to round this out
49. The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky
50. On the Road by Jack Kerouac
51. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster
52. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
53. The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
54. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
And now that I see this all written out, it looks like... a lot. It is likely, at the very least, that I shall have to call an audible or two along the way. But let's see what happens! If nothing else, the daunting prospect of climbing a mountain like this excites me -- and maybe that alone is worth the challenge, whatever else results.
Anyways, I'll start off by letting myself cheat. If I can wrap up my current projects (SPQR by Mary Beard and 19Q4 another novel by list author Haruki Murakami, which I've been reading off-and-on for a very long time), I'll let myself get a small head start. I suspect I shall need it.
Otherwise, I'll report back soon on what happens. Or maybe in another five years. We shall see!
The path ahead is not straightforward. Obviously.
2016 was enough to send me straight off of a cliff, apparently. And then there were other things, and then 2020 and 2021, but that's life, isn't it? Life always gets in the way of living.
But here I am, because I haven't given up. I ought to have given up, I'm sure. But I haven't. Won't.
What's the way back to the path? I don't know. But I intend to move.
My first best guess is... reading. I intend to read. I'll post this to get it out of the way, then another, less awkwardly navel-gazing post about what specifically I intend to read. (It will still be awkwardly navel-gazing, rest assured, but hopefully somewhat less-so.)
Friday, July 29, 2016
Sometime soon we should see the anthologies Fragments of Life's Heart and The Great Tome of Cryptids and Legendary Creatures, and I have a story in each! Also, the Sci Phi Journal has scheduled a story of mine to run close to Christmas.
I'll update again when each comes out. Very exciting!
Friday, March 4, 2016
My plans of "winning" NaNoWriMo in my first year of entry were quickly and ruthlessly dispatched by an illness (more on this in a moment) which lasted nearly throughout November, into Thanksgiving. Momentum is a funny creature. Or it is for me, at any rate. I'm a creature of momentum, both fair and foul. And the combination of being sick, attending a writing workshop (which I was also doing in November), and feeling obligated to churn out words at an unprecedented rate, conspired to absolutely drain me of my momentum and knock me down. But not out.
Winter quickly became a period of survival for me (as it often is). But having finally made it through the holidays and another bout of illness which, no lie, basically put my family out of commission for the entire month of Februrary, I'm ready to dust myself off again and get back to work.
First, a bit of a status update:
I've had some successes, despite myself. The crown jewel (thus far) is certainly winning the Michael J. Sullivan Short Story Contest. My short story "The Methuselah Treatment" was published in the bittersweet month of November, alongside Mr. Sullivan's novel, The Death of Dulgath. Very exciting!
In addition, I've been published by The Future Fire, and I have stories upcoming through GoAL (Glimpse of Anthropomorphic Literature), the anthology Fragments of Life's Heart, and the Sci Phi Journal!
So that's momentum, too. I just need to seize it and not let it go again, come what may. Let's see how far we can go!