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I was driving around with the Nigerian Princess in the passenger seat, listening to Fela. She's pretty immersed in intersectional feminism, so I thought I'd be provocative and start talking about his 200+ wives. She didn't take the bait; simply replied, "My dad listens to him."
Poor Fela. He's been reduced to Nigerian dad rock!
False start on Some Summer Lands as I realized I should probably read some of the books I got for Christmas. Mr. Comrade and the Nigerian Princess got me a book by Octavia Butler that was the second in a series, so I am waiting for the library to spit out the first one, which left me reading short stories in the Norton Critical edition of The Scarlet Letter which La Principessa got me, even though she knew (forgot?) that I had just read it this past year.
What else? Have our last meeting on The State and Revolution tonight. What else else? After 250 rather dense pages about life in Burgundy and Flanders in the 14th and 15th century, J. Huizinga's The Waning of the Middle Ages has gotten even denser discussing the art of Burgundy and Flanders in the 14th and 15th centuries. Hope to finish it soon.
My Lowell-area coalition meets in the common room of a luxury loft complex. That common room has a bookshelf where tenants apparently leave the books they don't want anymore. Mostly crap, but every now and then something cool turns up, but it's usually something I already have. Last night, however, I scored a copy of Johan Huizinga's The Waning of the Middle Ages. Read the first chapter. Looks like it's going to be a lot of fun even if they refuse to translate poetry passages from French into English.
Tried to go back to The City and realized I was lost in the convoluted plot so started over.
Thus far, she has been sold into slavery, trapped in a brothel, pursued by her former master, realizes that "The City" is the city where she started from however many books ago and is kidnapped by agents of her father, The High Priest, who wants her dead.
Meanwhile, her half-brother/lover has recently popped back up and I was promised an ape-man lover on the back cover.
baron arem heshvaun wrote:
Don't forget The Searchers.
Hating things because other people like them does not make you cool.
Saw it on Christmas with my family, Mr. Comrade and La Principessa.
My family loved it, La Principessa liked it, Mr. Comrade and I didn't. Wouldn't say I hated it, but I got bored pretty quick and wondered why they couldn't come up with a plot that wasn't just a reboot of Episodes IV and VI.
Christmas Books, Part Two
La Principessa got me a fancy edition of The Scarlet Letter and Charles W. Chesnutt's The Conjure Stories.
Despite all that, I'm currently close to finishing Lenin's The Proletarian Revolution and the Renegade Kautsky.
My memory is notoriously bad [bubble bubble bubble], but, after briefly reviewing the What Books are You Reading? thread, I think my fave three books that I read this past year would be:
Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
EDIT: Upon further reflection, high marks also for Michael Moorcock's The Whispering Swarm, Leigh Brackett's The Halfling and Other Stories and Lafcadio Hearn's Kwaidan.
[DJdD]Haven't made much progress in The City, alas, but she has already been rescued from the "lascivious brothel." Not much salaciousness (she gets out pretty quick) but The City is, thus far, the only fantasy novel I've ever read that discusses donkey shows.[/DJdD]
[CA]In other news, read Engels' Ludwig Feuerbach and the Outcome of Classical German Philosophy last night.[/CA]
Christmas Book Presents, Part One (?)
For La Principessa--"Left-Wing" Communism, an Infantile Disorder by Vladimir Ilyich Lenin
For The Nigerian Princess--
From Mr. Comrade and the Nigerian Princess--
Less book related, Mr. Comrade also gave me a quarter ounce of a headie called "Gorilla Glue." [bubble bubble bubble]
As Malvin spoke, he almost raised himself to the ground, and the energy of his concluding words seemed to fill the wild and lonely forest with a vision of happiness.
--Nathaniel Hawthorne, "Roger Malvin's Burial" in Selected Tales and Sketches
"We must follow and put the mistake right before Mother finds out--" Urga said.
--Jane Gaskell, The City