re-read neuromancer by William Gibson. Easier to follow after seeing the matrix movies even though they are quite different. Gibson doesn’t dwell on descriptions of the surroundings, ships, interiors, more of characters, but still. His style leaves a lot for the imagination in a way that’s fun.
No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.
– Cormac McCarthy
Favorite excerpt from The Road.
To sum it up in one word, “grim.” The movie was good, it was graphic and true to the book. But I’ve decided the movie just can’t relay the poetic beauty of the book. You leave the book touched, whereas I left the movie theater depressed or slightly disturbed.
Kate and I are anxious to see “The Road” that is just now hitting certain theaters. We both read the book over the summer (Cormac McCarthy) and it was fantastically dark and beautiful. The movie looks good too:
by Jeff Lindsay. Listened to this one as an audio book. Meh.
A bit later I netflicked one of the TV series DVD’s, meh…