I took t'small son to London for the day and had a wonderful time. Highlight: going to Carluccio's near Oxford Circus and having 'children's coffee' (thick hot chocolate served in an espresso cup).
We entered a bookshop and before I knew it, I had purchased four books. Two of them are by Mary Renault, because everyone's been swooning on about her slashy Alexander. And then my eye fell on a pile of the new David Mitchell novels lying next to the till, and I got heart palpitations.
Currently, there are only two (non-fanfic) authors who give me palpitations and whose books I have to buy in hardback because I simply cannot wait for the paperback and despite hating to read or shelve hardbacks -- and they are Ann-Marie MacDonald and David Mitchell.
On the train down, I started doing a narratological analysis of
azewewish's "In the Name of Research" and
novanumbernine's "Bordertown". It is very interesting, actually, and even more rewarding than I had expected. I'm using Genette's terms and applying them systematically, and am about 1/3 of the way through. It's helping me come to grips with the narratological concepts, and it's also very interesting to read fic without evaluating. Analysis is not like criticism or beta; it's more about describing than prescribing or judging. And I'm glad I happened to start out with two very different authors and very different styles. Will post my analysis when I'm through!
Not much else to report except that I'm feeling rather cheerful, will rent a romantic comedy from Blockbuster tonight (despite considerable familial resistance) and am still sitting about unshowered and undressed at 2.47 pm! Heh.
But
blythely thinks I look like Kajol so all must be right with the world.
We entered a bookshop and before I knew it, I had purchased four books. Two of them are by Mary Renault, because everyone's been swooning on about her slashy Alexander. And then my eye fell on a pile of the new David Mitchell novels lying next to the till, and I got heart palpitations.
Currently, there are only two (non-fanfic) authors who give me palpitations and whose books I have to buy in hardback because I simply cannot wait for the paperback and despite hating to read or shelve hardbacks -- and they are Ann-Marie MacDonald and David Mitchell.
On the train down, I started doing a narratological analysis of
Not much else to report except that I'm feeling rather cheerful, will rent a romantic comedy from Blockbuster tonight (despite considerable familial resistance) and am still sitting about unshowered and undressed at 2.47 pm! Heh.
But
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Date: 2004-02-21 07:51 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-23 02:05 pm (UTC)And I am ridiculous. Having bought the David Mitchell I'm now too scared to read it in case it doesn't live up to expectations.
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Date: 2004-02-23 05:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-02-21 08:48 pm (UTC)Can't wait to talk about these with you!!!! *hurries off to read*
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Date: 2004-02-22 01:26 am (UTC)Usually I either don't respond, or I do respond and disagree with you. This mixed feelings expressed through a state of muted alertness is a new phase.
Just read the books so we can debate.
I have rearranged my books recently, and one of the bookcases has an armchair pushed up against it, so that the bottom shelf is hidden by the arm. This shelf has been reserved for books that I am ashamed to own. The Alexander books have taken up their rightful place down there; they were not even saved by containing the most romantic scene of all time. They have a lovely aftertaste though.
Oh, just read them.
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Date: 2004-02-23 02:15 pm (UTC)