Because all the books at the top of my reading list cost bonkers amounts for some incoherent reason, and simultaneously, none of my triumvirate of science-fiction writers have anything due for at least a few months, leaving me with the … Continue reading
Next week Dasniya is performing with performance artist/journalist, Richard Rabensaat. And it appears I’ve agreed to also. Gesichter spiegeln Gedanken. Augen gelten als Fenster zur Innerlichkeit. Was geschieht, wenn die Fenster verschlossen, der Kopf verborgen ist? Kann sich der männliche … Continue reading
Because it is the third. And having read the other two, it was inevitable. I had to buy it of course, and stomped through it in a matter of evenings. Skipped the appendixes, I don’t feel any desire for a … Continue reading
Yes, because this follows the previous and is subsequently predecessor to the next. Actually, it’s brilliant winter reading when outside is a snotty melted-snow ice-clag of freezing grey wetness. Reading: J. R. R. Tolkien — The Two Towers
What do you expect? I read The Hobbit, of course I’m going to go on to the whole Lord of the Rings. If I’m lucky, I’ll find something else to read before Unfinished Tales drops off the shelf on me. … Continue reading
Ah well, pretty obvious, no? Because it is on my shelf in easy reach, and I haven’t read it for years. J. R. R. Tolkien — The Hobbit
Strange rehearsals going on here with Dasniya and Hartmut, making a performance of Thomas Brasch, the East-Berlin writer. And off next week to Tübingen to perform this in Club Voltaire. From me, some photos for it, and video, but sadly … Continue reading
This is the last of the six I picked up because of Jo Walton’s Among Others, (one of which is so dreadfully bad I won’t mention it), which has sent me to sleep several times already. Plato, who is unavoidable … Continue reading
Jo Walton — Among Others
Oh, Robert Graves, one must be careful when mentioning your name, after all, I was well led astray for many years by your entrancing words, thinking The White Goddess was a work of poetic archaeology and history, and not, indeed, … Continue reading