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I'm kicking off my Spooky Season with these tales of underwater vampires, werewolf wives, and southern zombies. Gorgeously composed as always.
Need what Dunk and Lady Rohanne could have had...
I think my favorite component of any duo dynamic is for both roles to fully subscribe to their own flawed, romanticized dreams. Dunk completely buys into honor and chivalry before all else, almost always blind to how much is fake and how fruitless that can be. He's a complete fool and I love him. And in the other hand, Egg completely stands by his belief in royalty and the arbitrary hierarchy that maintains his line back home. No title makes a man. Words are wind.
Almost perfect if not for the slightly repetitive inner dialogue and mannerisms from Dunk, and I kind of wish we had any moment from Egg's perspective. That being said, it was nice to be reminded how incredible Martin is. There was a magic-trick quality at how I found myself suddenly feeling my heartrate jump midway through scenes. His ramping up of tension before something as thunderous as a joust or cacophonous as a dinner comes so easy, so well-paced.
I think my favorite component of any duo dynamic is for both roles to fully subscribe to their own flawed, romanticized dreams. Dunk completely buys into honor and chivalry before all else, almost always blind to how much is fake and how fruitless that can be. He's a complete fool and I love him. And in the other hand, Egg completely stands by his belief in royalty and the arbitrary hierarchy that maintains his line back home. No title makes a man. Words are wind.
Almost perfect if not for the slightly repetitive inner dialogue and mannerisms from Dunk, and I kind of wish we had any moment from Egg's perspective. That being said, it was nice to be reminded how incredible Martin is. There was a magic-trick quality at how I found myself suddenly feeling my heartrate jump midway through scenes. His ramping up of tension before something as thunderous as a joust or cacophonous as a dinner comes so easy, so well-paced.
Deeply imaginative, complex, and restrained, but I just felt the chains of my own brain, impatience, and genre tendencies fighting against me the entire time. Worth a read! I will give Wizard of Earthsea a shot next.
My main takeaways: 50 new species of dinosaur are discovered every year. There is no doubt chickens are dinosaurs. Pterosaurs are not dinosaurs (fucked up tbh).
When I was a child of maybe 7-9 years, I asked to have my birthday at the LA Museum of Natural History. Cavorting in the dino zone. I remember getting Crazy Bones in my kids meal later that day, specifically a glossy, marbled purple/silver one. Sensational. I really should brave the traffic sometime soon and return. They'll be expecting me, I warrant.
When I was a child of maybe 7-9 years, I asked to have my birthday at the LA Museum of Natural History. Cavorting in the dino zone. I remember getting Crazy Bones in my kids meal later that day, specifically a glossy, marbled purple/silver one. Sensational. I really should brave the traffic sometime soon and return. They'll be expecting me, I warrant.
"Are you beaten, man?"
"I'm beaten. All we can do is wait until god or nature or whatever the hell is doing this to us decides we've had enough. It's out of man's hands."
"Not mine," said Quint. (...)"Keep your money. This is no longer a matter of money."
"I'm beaten. All we can do is wait until god or nature or whatever the hell is doing this to us decides we've had enough. It's out of man's hands."
"Not mine," said Quint. (...)"Keep your money. This is no longer a matter of money."
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Compelling! Bittersweet! Neat and tidy! It was a bold decision to use the Great War as a backdrop for this tale, but it works really well. Threads were arrayed and then untangled in an engaging way. I found the character of Faland just so interesting, a devil-like entity that feeds off of the narrative of misery and therefore, in WWI, has to scavenge for the husks of traumatized survivors amidst the newly-industrialized carnage. Flavorless food for a hedon.
I did not enjoy or hate it. I tend to cherish stories and quotes of Kafka that I come across, but this tale in particular feels like a shower daydream come to life. There's a great dry humor right at the jump. The regression of self and sense of stagnation from a depression was quite good, but I got bored halfway through this short classic. I am so busy lately, I miss reading for fun.