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What are you reading now? vers. "So I don't end up being a fucking waffle waitress"

belarki said:
^ Yeh I never got to reading all of them; I ended up listening to the audiobooks instead, <3 Stephen Fry!!!

I'm in between books at the moment. Thinking of going back and re-reading the Culture books by Ian M. Banks, I read the first few aeons ago and can't remember diddley-squat from them.
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Damn I love the Culture books. Banks rocks. I can never get my hands on enough of them from the library. Have bought a few - should buy the rest. Time to hit up Book Depository next pay I think. The Culture is my idea of the perfect universe - despite its violence. It's just so far reaching. Love it.

Right now I'm reading Dead Air - Iain Banks. Bout a radio shock jock getting himself into some shit - set just after the 9/11 attacks. No idea where it's gonna go but I love anything Banks writes so I'm pretty hooked.

Also just finished Moonseed - Stephen Baxter just before. Not bad. Pretty damn grim. I read the first two of his Destiny's Children series but I'm not 100% sold on them.
 
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I felt it had been too long since I really delved into something unknown, I read this blurb in the bookstore yesterday.

So far so good, a little slow at the moment but enjoying it more than I had anticipated.


A literary mystery, a love story, a book of poetry and violation, faith and chaos, redemption and destruction, Notorious is a masterpiece of imagination and evocation. It will take your breath away.

Description
She came walking out of the desert, just as the famous poet had centuries before. Impossible for them both to have survived that relentless furnace, that destroyer of all life.
Now the nameless woman lies horribly scarred and close to death in an Asylum deep in the North African desert. An Australian official, a man code-named John Devlin, has come to question her, despite the protests of her carers. It is clear that the woman and Devlin share some kind of past, and all kinds of secrets - but the greatest secret is the one she will die to protect.
As the wind calls up a deadly sandstorm, the inhabitants of the Asylum discover they are linked by a diary written by the poet Rimbaud, who in 1890 also confronted the implacable power of the desert. Over the next one hundred and twenty years, everyone who sees the diary will want it. Most will do anything to possess it.
For some, like ruthless Polish aristocrat Aleksander Walenska, the diary holds secrets that will bring him riches and power. For his troubled and religious son Czeslaw, it is a book of death, a penance to be fulfilled by sacrifice. For Czeslaw's sister, it is a book of the desert which, if returned to its rightful home, will redeem her family's name. For Devlin, broken by his own ghosts, and with one final chance to make amends, the diary is worthless; the desert not a place of revelation, but the birthplace of modern terrorism.
Only the woman, whose dark past is entwined with those who would possess the diary at any cost, sees the true worth of the book. As she surrenders to the transformative power of the desert, only she understands how it exalts the secrets mapped on the diary's precious pages.
 
Those tomes which are presently open to a saved page on the desk in front of me:
- Cambridge History of Southeast Asia, Volume 1 (Almost finished)
- G. Coedes - The Indiansed States of Southeast Asia (about 10% )
- Irving Stone - Dear Theo (biography of Van Gogh) (about 2% )
- Tezaurul - The National Museum Collection, Romania (kinda finished, just browsing vs. recent lecture @ local art gallery)
- The Printed Image in China - From the 8th to the 21st Centuries (The British Museum Exhibition Catalogue)

Oh yeah and behind the desk there's a perfect view of Los Angeles from the Hollywood Hills.

Drug users aren't all losers: "I for one welcome my chemical brethren!"
 
You're all a bunch of NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! :D


In other news, I didn't like High Society as much as Stark. Am now onto Scar Tissue. Its amusing but mainly because I like to hear about people who have done more drugs than me and still turned out ok ;)
 
I've said it a million times before, but I really hated Scar Tissue. I can't believe I suffered through the whole thing. Urgh. What a wanker. I'd definitely have read an autobio about his Dad though.

edit: I'm reading Perfume by Patrick Süskind. I bought it a while ago, but all I knew was that it was about a guy with a good sense of smell who murdered people and I haven't really been inclined to pick it up. I'm about 3/4 of the way through, and so far he's only killed one person, so that's nice. Considering he just killed a puppy though, I'm pretty sure this single murder is about to become some kind of genocide.

I'm not disliking it. It's interesting and quirky. It's set in 18th century France and the protaganist is misanthropic (a possible sociopath) because he believes himself to understand humanity better than anyone thanks to his incredible sense of smell. Funnily enough, that makes perfect sense in the context of the book. It's been somewhat entertaining to think about how much of what we think about those around us is determined by factors we don't have the ability to understand or realise.
 
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My old housemate Joel told me the whole story of that book when we were tripping and it was pretty much the funniest thing I've ever heard. I laughed until tears streamed down my face and then I couldn't figure out if I was wet or dry. True story.

Still haven't read it though :)
 
up all night said:
I've said it a million times before, but I really hated Scar Tissue. I can't believe I suffered through the whole thing. Urgh. What a wanker. I'd definitely have read an autobio about his Dad though.

edit: I'm reading Perfume by Patrick Süskind. I bought it a while ago, but all I knew was that it was about a guy with a good sense of smell who murdered people and I haven't really been inclined to pick it up. I'm about 3/4 of the way through, and so far he's only killed one person, so that's nice. Considering he just killed a puppy though, I'm pretty sure this single murder is about to become some kind of genocide.

I'm not disliking it. It's interesting and quirky. It's set in 18th century France and the protaganist is misanthropic (a possible sociopath) because he believes himself to understand humanity better than anyone thanks to his incredible sense of smell. Funnily enough, that makes perfect sense in the context of the book. It's been somewhat entertaining to think about how much of what we think about those around us is determined by factors we don't have the ability to understand or realise.
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An interesting film made of it too: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0396171/
 
They did a really expensive and interesting set of perfume for it as well that you can't get any more.
 
They did a really expensive and interesting set of perfume for it as well that you can't get any more.
 
One of the vials was called woman I think. They weren't all nice smells, one was supposed to smell like a crowd of filthy people in 18th century France, one I think like murder or something.

I'm interested in weird perfumes, I actually have one (by a different artist I think" called "secretions magnific" and it smells like... well if you rubbed your hand in the wet spot after sex. Another is supposed to smell like a rotting corpse but I've never been brave enough to open that one. Ooh, and another is "Hotel Slut". It looks much nicer in French but I can't remember how that goes :) Oh I don't wear these gross perfumes by the way, I just... experience them. Except Hotel Slut, it's actually quite nice :>
 
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What's not to like about a hotel slut? :D
 
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Exactly, it's actually a nice floral. It's meant to be the fragrance of high class escort working in a hotel, or so the little story bit goes. I'm sure expensive escorts take care to smell nice. I am a little worried about what you wrote there before you edited it though, nickyJ :\
 
^ vanth, you are a wealth of interesting knowledge.

I haven't read any more of Perfume tonight because I decided to drink wine and watch Dylan Moran clips instead but now I kinda wish I was sniffing secretions magnifique.
 
Haha, I wasn't sure if you'd find it amusing or not so I censored myself :eek: I'll take that as you didn't find it amusing!
 
Thanks UAL :) NickyJ I actually didn't read get a chance to see what you said before you edited it, just concerned about the possibilities1 :)
 
^ It was probably very offensive



...based on past performance of course
 
I'm a right kunt :)


Ugh, since reading Yarni's post about Scar Tissue the book is really starting to annoy me. She's right, he is a total wanker. Pity I'm only half way through :\
 
I just read A Feast For Crows, the 4th book in a sword and sorcery fantasy series called Song of Ice and Fire. It was awful.

The first book was published in 1995 and it was pretty good! The whole series was supposed to be a trilogy, and it would have made a fantastic trilogy. But the first book was so successful that the author (George R. R. Martin) decided everything he vomited onto the page henceforth was genius and couldn`t be excised, even when it was utter shit. It has now taken 16 years to stretch an intended trilogy into four books with another three more planned, and this last one was just pure garbage. He`s been missing deadlines for the last six years on the promised fifth book.

In the industry (and by industry I mean "my head") this is called Robert Jordan Syndrome -Huge nerd creates successful fantasy epic, hoodwinks millions of fans into liking it, then strings them along for DECADES because he`s so in love with his own creation that he thinks it`s necessary to devote 10 pages to what every person in the room is wearing along with their geneological, sexual and medical history in the kind of painstaking detail that makes you want to shoot yourself in the face (a copy of The Eye of the World was found next to Hemmingway`s corpse). Robert Jordan was such a cocksucker that he actually died before finishing the series, and it was the best thing that ever happened because they hired someone else to finish it, someone who could actually meet deadlines and doesn`t have a wizard beard.

So basically, I am hoping George R. R. Martin dies. There are already enough things about epic fantasy that make it hard to like - they are lengthy, they have the stupidest titles, they tend to be written kind of poorly, they are clearly just the ribald fantasies of unsexed nerds who spent their childhoods having their heads dunked in toilets when they weren`t playing Dungeons and Dragons. The last thing we need is another nerd author thinking he is some kind of God. And yes, I did just wish death on someone because he can`t conclude a fantasy series.

It`s the principle of the thing.
 
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