Book Report: I Like You

Have you ever read a book that made you want to cover everything you own in ric rac and contact paper and then LABEL it?

Would you like to?

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Book Report: The Host

That’s right.  The Host, by Stephenie Meyer of the Twilight Meyers.  It’s her first novel aimed specifically at adults, apparently.

You know what they say?  When at the beach, read as the beach readers do.  And as my friend was making her way through this particular tome, she kept injecting outraged outbursts into our peaceful bubble of sea, sun, palm trees, fruity drinks, and melanoma.  And when finally she summed up the plot for me, I knew I had to read it next.  AND SO WILL YOU.  Or at the very least you’ll let me tell you about it.

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Book Report: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

It’s becoming a motif here that I feel like I need to apologize for not already having been familiar with a particular author.  It’s like, what was the point of that major in English (not to mention an entire childhood spent inside of various books) if I haven’t even read any ______?  And then to write about what I’ve just read, I feel that I need to be completely familiar with that author’s work, rep, etc. and that it then must be the most brilliant critique (or whatever) ever.

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Dear everybody,  I am sorry for all of my reading sins.  I’m sorry for the subpar writing I have done.  I’m sorry for the Murakami I have failed to read.  I will try to do better.  Help me show your love.  Amen.

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Book Report: Bonfire of the Vanities

I tried to predict how much I would like reading this by extrapolating from other things about Tom Wolfe: he has a distinctive persona and a white suit, A Man In Full got panned in its setting/my hometown of Atlanta, and my mom said Bonfire was pretty good back in the day.  The only thing I’d read of his was The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test in my Learning About The Beats->Hippies moment after reading One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest in school (I liked it but found my middle school self embarassed for him during his forays into attempted beat-ish wordflow: “grok/ the groovy” &etc!), if you don’t count once paging through The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby trying to figure out what it was about and forming the definite adolescent opinion that Radical Chic & Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers is a silly title for a book.

I left the book in NYC so you get this picture instead

Which is to say that I really had no idea about anything!

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Movies to Watch if you Hate Yourself: Rollerball (1975)

I love movies.  I love old movies.  I love weird old movies with dumb premises that take place in the future.  Rollerball had all the right things going for it.  It was touted to me as Mad Max with roller skates.

Whoops, I gave away the sweet freeze frame they ended the movie with

Whoops, I gave away the sweet freeze frame they ended the movie with

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Movies I should already have seen: Barbarella (with bonus drinking game)

This was the capstone of a pretty hilarious movie night.  Barbarella was namedropped in our previous viewing choice, Bio-Dome, which reminded me that 1) it existed and 2) I hadn’t already seen it, although I probably should have.  I had no idea what we were in for.  The movie is ridiculous, candy colored, unsexily sexual, and pun-laden.  The special effects are as brutal as the plot.

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Book Report: Omega Minor (Paul Verhaeghen)

I picked this up in the Translated Lit section of Talking Leaves for two reasons.   The first is that it was the thickest book in my line of sight, and I like my big books.  The top right area of the immense book-shelf grid that takes up the left wall of my living room is easy to reach from my armchair and consequently houses those of the books I tend to want to reach for the most that haven’t been lent out to [forced upon] various friends.  A lot of these  are pretty thick – Infinite Jest, Life and Fate, Anathem, et cetera.  The to-read pile on the table by my chair includes a few more “books that you could use to build a house,” and up until I read it this was the housiest of them all.

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The second reason is that I’d just watched both Robocop and Basic Instinct… which were of course directed by Paul Verhoeven.

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