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science fiction, new weird, old weird, very weird - and everything else

not always save for work. never nice.

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The Honourable Schoolboy
John le Carré
Progress: 11 %

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - Reading progress update: I've read 82%.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - John le Carré

Jim, Jim, Jim. You seem like a really great fellow, but you have an extraordinary bad taste in partners.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - Reading progress update: I've read 41%.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - John le Carré

"As a good socialist I'm going for the money. As a good capitalist, I'm sticking with the revolution, because if you can't beat it, spy on it."

My reading is really suffering from my decision to re-watch - re-binge, rather - Blake's 7. And Doctor Who s10 is starting on German telly today. And Doctor Who s11 is starting in October. So, reading is going to take a backseat for a while, I guess.

Tinker, Tailer, Soldier, Spy - Reading progress update: I've read 30%.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - John le Carré

Slow going. This spy stuff is complicated. 

 

I've seen the film, I've seen the BBC mini-series, and still I've to pay full attention to not miss some crucial detail and end up completely lost.

...and now...

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - John le Carré

...to something completely different.

Apparently I wasn't quite finished :)
I added a few things.

Dhalgren - I'm finished!

Reblogged from pareidolia:
Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany
There came a man
(”Those are radios, that were his eyes“)   
Who offered to sell us his bones.
 
Swing by starwhite buildings and   
Lights come to life with a sound   
Of bugs under the dead rib.
 
Miles of it. Still the same city.   
 
 
 
 

Escher

 

 

Sehr weit ist diese Nacht. Und Wolkenschein 

Zerreißet vor des Mondes Untergang. 

Und tausend Fenster stehn die Nacht entlang 

Und blinzeln mit den Lidern, rot und klein.    

 

Wie Aderwerk gehn Straßen durch die Stadt, 

Unzählig Menschen schwemmen aus und ein. 

Und ewig stumpfer Ton von stumpfem Sein 

Eintönig kommt heraus in Stille matt.    

 

Gebären, Tod, gewirktes Einerlei, 

Lallen der Wehen, langer Sterbeschrei, 

Im blinden Wechsel geht es dumpf vorbei.    

 

Und Schein und Feuer, Fackeln rot und Brand, 

Die drohn im Weiten mit gezückter Hand 

Und scheinen hoch von dunkler Wolkenwand.

 

Georg Heym, Die Stadt

 

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I'm not going to write a review, but one thing I want to say, because I saw this error too often: This is NOT magical realism.

 

Dhalgren - I'm finished!

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany
There came a man
(”Those are radios, that were his eyes“)   
Who offered to sell us his bones.
 
Swing by starwhite buildings and   
Lights come to life with a sound   
Of bugs under the dead rib.
 
Miles of it. Still the same city.   
 
 
 
 

Escher

 

 

Sehr weit ist diese Nacht. Und Wolkenschein 

Zerreißet vor des Mondes Untergang. 

Und tausend Fenster stehn die Nacht entlang 

Und blinzeln mit den Lidern, rot und klein.    

 

Wie Aderwerk gehn Straßen durch die Stadt, 

Unzählig Menschen schwemmen aus und ein. 

Und ewig stumpfer Ton von stumpfem Sein 

Eintönig kommt heraus in Stille matt.    

 

Gebären, Tod, gewirktes Einerlei, 

Lallen der Wehen, langer Sterbeschrei, 

Im blinden Wechsel geht es dumpf vorbei.    

 

Und Schein und Feuer, Fackeln rot und Brand, 

Die drohn im Weiten mit gezückter Hand 

Und scheinen hoch von dunkler Wolkenwand.

 

Georg Heym, Die Stadt

 

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I'm not going to write a review, but one thing I want to say, because I saw this error too often: This is NOT magical realism.

 

Dhalgren - Reading progress update: I've read 720 out of 801 pages.

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany

Clipping Dhalgren

Dhalgren - Reading progress update: I've read 603 out of 801 pages.

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany

"Now," Kamp said. "Well. What have you been doing since I saw you last?"

Glass said: "Nothing. You been doing anything?"

Kamp said: "No, not really."

 

Well, good to have that settled.

 

Btw, last night I dreamed about trying to re-write the last, long chapter of Dhalgren (which I haven't even read yet) into a palindrome poem that can be read forwards and backwards. 

It was rather bad.

Dhalgren - Reading progress update: I've read 553 out of 801 pages.

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany

Okay, now it's getting very David Lynch.

Dhalgren - Reading progress update: I've read 448 out of 801 pages.

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany

Reading about a city on fire when whole Berlin smells like smoke...

 

There's a forest fire south of Berlin, and you can smell the smoke even here in the northern parts of the city. It's going on since Thursday now and seems really hard to get under control. No buildings damaged, no people hurt so far, at least.

Dhalgren - Reading progress update: I've read 344 out of 801 pages.

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany

Haha. I've just been reading a somewhat creepy mirror-scene, where the reflection doesn't act like it's supposed to - then I check Twitter and see this video :D

 

 

 

 

Dhalgren - Reading progress update: I've read 281 out of 801 pages.

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany

Lovely. In a rather horrifying way.

 

(I have to keep that line in mind. It's so useful.)

Dhalgren - Reading progress update: I've read 213 out of 801 pages.

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany

"God damn, sometimes I think there ain't nobody in the city no more ain't a faggot but me."

"Is that a standard male, heterosexual fantasy?" Lanya asked. "I mean, to be the only straight man around when all others are gay?"

 

Te-he-he.

 

More seriously though, the last ten pages were incredibly frustrating to read, featuring discussions about rape, female sexuality, and the "I have nothing against gays, some of my best friends are gay" line of argumentation (if you want to call it that). Those discussions are presented in a somewhat clumsy, spying-on-my-girlfriend scene with kinda preachy dialogue - but what's so infuriating about it: we are still having these discussions, sometimes with the very same words, some 45 years after this book was written. Forty-five fucking years, and so little has changed.

 

What's Your Birth-Egg?

 

I just found this one Twitter. Yay for being born in November :D

 

Btw, how can I insert Tweets into my post? I tried the usual ways, but nothing works, and i can't find anything in the FAQ.

 

 

Source: http://twitter.com/ArenaFlowers/status/1030080233976655872?s=19

Dhalgren - Reading progress update: I've read 54 out of 801 pages.

Dhalgren - Samuel R. Delany

I have to re-learn the art of reading dead tree books; tapping the words on page will not produce a translation, though not for lack of trying.

Whispers Under Ground - Ben Aaronovitch

Whispers Under Ground - Ben Aaronovitch

Auch der dritte Teil der Rivers of London-Serie ist gewohnt amüsant. Fokussierter als die ersten beiden Bände, weniger überfrachtet mit allerlei magischen Figuren, was der Handlung gut getan hat. Die Ermittlungsarbeiten zum Mordfall haben sich für meinen Geschmack etwas zu lang hingezogen, wirkliche Spannung wollte da nicht aufkommen; aber ich mag die kleinen Abschweifungen und Fakten zur Geschichte und Architektur Londons.

 

Schade finde ich, dass die englischen EBook-Ausgaben so lieblos gesetzt sind. Häufig fehlen Interpunktionzeichen, mitten im Satz, wo ein Komma stehen sollte, steht plötzlich ein Punkt... Es sind Kleinigkeiten, aber ein bisschen Sorgfalt sollte man doch schon walten lassen, wenn man ein Produkt verkauft.