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Aug. 14th, 2013 10:26 pm1) ( personal )
2) Quotes:
* Depression is rage spread thin. - George Santayana
[Of course further down on brainy quotes - someone states that boredom is rage spread thin. Having felt both and in tandem? I'd agree.]
* Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends? - - George Eliot
[As an aside, one of the things I love most about my mother is that she's willing to admit when she is wrong and will apologize. It is a trait I've worked hard to emulate, not always succeeding. In stark contrast this tendency of hers annoys my brother - which I suppose explains my difficult relationship with him.]
* Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae. - Kurt Vonnegut
[Rather adore this quote. Makes me want to read Vonnegut.]
3.) You can tell I've been reading too many historical romance novels, I'm starting to write like them. In brittle formal prose with touches of poetry. Not quite as brittle as the classics. Am a bit of a writing mimic - I'm afraid. Well, that and a touch of railroad speak which is a close cousin to legal speak, or formal business writing.
Current romance novel that I'm reading is The Unwilling Bride by Jo Beverly -( Read more... )
4) Summer TV?
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Frankly? TV's been depressing this summer. Too many dark and gritty series. I did re-watch some OUAT episodes, which were bright and cheerful (in comparison to the above list).
My problem with OUAT is the writing doesn't quite satisfy me. Not sure how to explain this - except that watching the series feels a bit like eating a chocolate mousse. You love it, you want more. But when you have more, you still feel that odd feeling of eating air?
I like the characters, I like the narrative structure, but there's something slightly off...as if the characters emotions are encased behind a thick glass wall and I can't quite get to them. I can't explain it. It's a personal thing, no doubt. At any rate, I enjoy the series - it pushes a lot of my story kink buttons in a really good way, plus the narrative structure intrigues me. I'm a sucker for wonky narrative structures. But...I can't quite get obsessed or fannish over it in the way I'd like to. It's weird.
2) Quotes:
* Depression is rage spread thin. - George Santayana
[Of course further down on brainy quotes - someone states that boredom is rage spread thin. Having felt both and in tandem? I'd agree.]
* Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends? - - George Eliot
[As an aside, one of the things I love most about my mother is that she's willing to admit when she is wrong and will apologize. It is a trait I've worked hard to emulate, not always succeeding. In stark contrast this tendency of hers annoys my brother - which I suppose explains my difficult relationship with him.]
* Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae. - Kurt Vonnegut
[Rather adore this quote. Makes me want to read Vonnegut.]
3.) You can tell I've been reading too many historical romance novels, I'm starting to write like them. In brittle formal prose with touches of poetry. Not quite as brittle as the classics. Am a bit of a writing mimic - I'm afraid. Well, that and a touch of railroad speak which is a close cousin to legal speak, or formal business writing.
Current romance novel that I'm reading is The Unwilling Bride by Jo Beverly -( Read more... )
4) Summer TV?
( Read more... )
Frankly? TV's been depressing this summer. Too many dark and gritty series. I did re-watch some OUAT episodes, which were bright and cheerful (in comparison to the above list).
My problem with OUAT is the writing doesn't quite satisfy me. Not sure how to explain this - except that watching the series feels a bit like eating a chocolate mousse. You love it, you want more. But when you have more, you still feel that odd feeling of eating air?
I like the characters, I like the narrative structure, but there's something slightly off...as if the characters emotions are encased behind a thick glass wall and I can't quite get to them. I can't explain it. It's a personal thing, no doubt. At any rate, I enjoy the series - it pushes a lot of my story kink buttons in a really good way, plus the narrative structure intrigues me. I'm a sucker for wonky narrative structures. But...I can't quite get obsessed or fannish over it in the way I'd like to. It's weird.
