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Monte Cristo [Dec. 16th, 2011|10:21 am]
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The Count of Monte Cristo is my favorite novel. Unfortunately, I've found good, UNABRIDGED translations hard to come by. I would like to find a definitive, full text modern translation. (BTW, if "jail" is spelled "gaol," it's not a modern translation.)


(x-posted to my LJ)
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Speaking of Twilight [Jul. 24th, 2009|11:42 am]
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My opinions, worth exactly what you've paid for them:

There are people who are good storytellers, but not necessarily good writers. Examples: Stephen King and Dean Koontz.

There are good writers who can't tell stories for shit. This group includes most philosophers, modern and ancient.

There are a few rare people who both write well *and* spin a good yarn: Pratchett, Gaiman, Solzhenitsyn, PZB.

And then there are those who can neither write, nor tell a coherent story. Their prose rhythm stumbles and their research is minimal at best. Their character development borders on non-existent. They lack the most basic grasp of spelling, grammar, and punctuation: the very foundations of written communication. Stephenie Meyers falls squarely into this category. Whoever told her that her work was acceptable for anything but lining litterboxes and bird cages should be torn apart by rampaging copy editors.

Twilight is shit. Meyers' writing is shit. Those of you who adore the cardboard characters and laughable plots she's created should be ashamed of yourselves. For Christ's sake, Rowling put more effort into developing her characters and the world in which they live in her first book, while Myers has not progressed one tiny bit. And aside from some linguistic tics, JKR's got the mechanics of writing down pat.

10 years from now, everyone who is now squeeing over Edward and Bella and worshipping Meyers by proxy will look back on the phenomenon, dramatically press the backs of their wrists to their foreheads, and cry "My God, what was I thinking?" The rest of us will be right there with self-righteous indignation, declaring that we warned you but you wouldn't listen.

::Edit the second: author's name corrected. I may have been thinking of PZ Myers in conjunction with Poppy. Carry on.
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PING: scarybaldguy [Jul. 12th, 2008|07:48 pm]
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[mood |ditzyditzy]


I changed my LJ name and accidentally removed everyone from my friends list. And I can't comment on your journal to let you know 'cause it's friends only. So iffen you wonder who dreamfall is, it's mal_akh. *bats eyes* can I be back on your flist pwease?
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Review of Digging Up Corpses by J. Grant [Oct. 26th, 2007|11:16 am]
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This review, much like the book, will be brief, because I don't want anyone wasting time reading this when they should bloody well be ordering Digging Up Corpses.

Lucky 13, 13 shorts that I can guarantee will make you laugh, cringe, and maybe even turn you on a little, depending on how much of a weirdo you are.

Grant continues his tradition of brutal prose and graphic images that burrow into your brain and stay there, kicking back in your memory cells and cracking open a beer. And no, they don't use coasters.

It was a real treat to read Blues Jam again after all these years, especially in print format. It remains one of Grant's best, and one of my favorites.

The only story I didn't like, was, ironically, the same one the author himself notes he doesn't like to read. Not because it's a bad story, or badly written, far from it. Simply because it takes me to a place that is so damned dark and uncomfortable that after reading it I wanted a hug.

I'm rating this 5 stars because there's no 4.5 option (minus .5 for brevity) and it deserves better than a 4. Highly recommended.
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13 jabs to the brain [Oct. 24th, 2007|09:20 pm]
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[mood |impressedimpressed]

I approached Digging Up Corpses with both anticipation and apprehension. I was frankly unsure whether James L Grant could carry the momentum of his full-length novels, Pedestrian Wolves and On The Banks of Lethe. Foolish I was to have doubted for a moment.

These are thirteen delicate - or not so delicate - jabs to the brain, in Grant's indescribable but inimitable and instantly recognizable style. Oddly, some of the stories, particularly the final three, aren't even "horror" as such, but they're still profoundly disturbing. "The Last Flight" especially struck a chord with me, as it will everyone with any awareness of the changes in the US since 9/11.

I reluctantly give Digging Up Corpses four stars instead of five because the short story format doesn't allow Grant to fully exercise his primary talent: character development. Unlike Wolves' David or Lethe's Charlie, we never get more than a glimpse of some severely damaged people. It's frustrating to know that these characters have been rattling around in Grant's overheated brain, and that we'll likely never see them again.

That small objection aside, Digging Up Corpses now occupies a place on the Horror shelf of my collection, between Barker and Lovecraft. That's the best way I can think of to describe this work.
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Ryke me no more, indeed [Jan. 10th, 2007|09:12 pm]
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Review: On the Banks of Lethe, James L Grant (a.k.a. flemco).

Grant's second full-length novel is simply stunning. The first two sentences hooked me, while the last had me fighting back tears. In between, every time I thought the weirdness had peaked, it turned out this bastard of a writer was just softening me up. The climax comes completely out of left field and will leave you with jaw agape.

Lethe is at once hilarious, touching, and terrifying. Only one question remains: who's going to make the movie?
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New release from the author of "Pedestrian Wolves" [Nov. 30th, 2006|08:25 pm]
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On the Banks of Lethe.

flemco wrote it, and considering how fucking excellent his first novel was, this one can only be a total mindfuck.

If anyone wants to buy it for me, I don't think I'd object too strenuously.
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Television [Feb. 10th, 2006|06:40 pm]
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What follows below is a silly story that I jotted down while terminally bored at work. It was originally posted as an entry in a contest on a humor website. It's also x-posted from my own journal. It's meant to be tongue-in-cheek humor. However, unless you are familiar with the antagonist, you may find it a bit confusing. The unintentional humor he creates as host of a popular t.v. show was the inspiration behind the post. Here's hoping you enjoy it.

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Die Maschine [Jan. 3rd, 2006|08:39 pm]
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Finally, I posted a story here.


Lines new & old - A question & Zoology [Jun. 29th, 2005|11:38 pm]
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Is love?
Love is!
love is love is love is love
for her or him or them or me
these all branch from the same tree -
so live it, give it,
receive it, believe it!
* * *
Oh, I love every you
showing creatively fresh Xena's Paradox:
Do virgins resist best?
How jealous' God's Nature!
Animals undertake quests
without killing maternal time.
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