a.k.a. “Cuirt an Mhean Oiche” by Brian Merriman.
A bawdy Irish poem. Lots of fun.
(By the way, Ciaran Carson is an accomplished poet in his own right, as well.)
a.k.a. “Cuirt an Mhean Oiche” by Brian Merriman.
A bawdy Irish poem. Lots of fun.
(By the way, Ciaran Carson is an accomplished poet in his own right, as well.)
Book 4 of “A Song for Fire and Ice”.
I had forgotten how great this series is (let’s see, I read Book 3 in…2003, woah). As with other fantasy series of similiar ilk, there are many, many storylines with a whole cacophony of important players. There’s sure to be at least one or two characters you’re interested in following. I am loving Arya’s storyline the most, although I do have a soft spot for the Kingslayer. (Don’t you picture him as a strapping gent, like Mads Mikkelsen or Heath Ledger…)
My other mainstay fantasy series has hit a rough patch given that Robert Jordan died recently without completing it… I’m sure there are bereft readers all over the world on that one! I hope there are no worries on that count here!
Two divergent storylines that eventually come together: a) conjoined twins (now separated) experiencing freedom from institutions for the first time and b) a Russian peasant girl at sea in a world of poverty and war.
Slapstick and comedic. I continue to be impressed by Pierre’s ability to write for ANY voice: this is a complete departure from his previous (Booker-prize winning), and very dialectic, Vernon God Little. Not a departure, however, in its brusque, harsh humor. I enjoyed it.
Buying stuff off other people’s year-end lists for the roadtrip home…
Some of the “storming the beach” filming was really amazing, although I think it would’ve been better on the big screen.
But the story was a bit scattered. And having that many well known actors popping up in bit parts can be kinda distracting, even though they were good performances.
Making: Mix CDs. I had ideas of quilting I would do this week, but so far I haven’t done any. So there you go.
Reading: I just finished a book today; I think tomorrow I’m going to start reading “Ludmila’s Broken English” by DBC Pierre (who won the Booker for Vernon God Little a few years back, which I did enjoy). Somehow three books in this month, everything I read had a red spine. So I decided to keep the trend going for the rest of the month. Oh the crazy ways the reading list evolves.
Watching: This week’s K-Ville I enjoyed. Also loved Juno on the big screen. Maybe Beowulf tomorrow? We’ll see.
Listening: I’ve listened to many many things today as I’ve been running around in iTunes listening to samples of lots and lots of stuff. Plus the new Lupe Fiasco that came out yesterday (“The Cool”). Yay! Love Lupe: : Love it. Also bought Kid SimpleSimple Kid (sounds like Beck’s little brother with some Elliott Smith thrown in) and Nick Light (another melancholy boy, singer, songwriter type), and old Siobhan Donaghy since I can’t find the new one yet (Reckless ordered it for me), which is very girly girly pop. Girly pop! Yay! I have to fill the iPod up for the long ride…
Very intense! A stream-of-consciousness letter to Osama (yes the Bin-Laden one) from a (lower?) middle class wife who lost her son & police officer (bomb defuser) husband to a terrorist bomb blowing up an Arsenal/Chelsea match…which she feels even the worse about as she was having sex on their couch with someone she met in a bar (on a “my husband is off defusing a bomb and I am insanely nervous and when I am insanely nervous I go have sex with strangers” evening) when the bomb went off. She winds up going a little crazy and getting involved in some messed up situations, some beyond her control, and throughout it she continues her commentary, directed to Osama.
She starts the novel thinking if she tells him about her sweet, sweet boy that he killed, maybe he’ll just stop bombing things…and ends it in a very different place.
The sentences are long and breathless and meandering (they felt like something Elizabeth Crane or Megan Stielstra would write), the emotions are hot and present and flustered, and it all feels very, very real.
Blew me away, in more ways than one. Wow.
I think some of the social class commentary was perhaps lost on a non-Brit reader; there are a few places where I thought “and I bet THAT adjective is explaining to someone EXACTLY what position she’s found herself in but it’s not something we say here so it’s not really doing that for me.” But that did not denigrate my enjoyment or the content at all.