Finished the Battle Royale
manga yesterday. Which is ten percent reading and ninety percent "if that character repeats that same line one more time, my
head is going to explode." Clutch shot! Clutch shot! No love for Mitsu! Seal of approval! Do right by her! Do right by her! Clutch shot! ...!
I have the BR novel, but have no interest in reading it. It was sickly entertaining once, but running twice through the same story in a row is kind of a slog. Which I hate to admit to the person who lent it to me, y'know?
Before that was some boring nonfiction (Against Depression
, which was OK, but not what I thought it was; and Who Stole Feminism?
, which was OK and exactly what I thought it was) and The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
, which was fun. Michael Chabon gets a lot of attention around here, but I hadn't read any of his books before. It was intentionally pulpy, but didn't seem drippingly condescending and "ironic." I appreciate that.
Before that, it was a handful of pulp series - Earthsea
, The Dresden Files
(which are not remotely as terrible as the TV show) and Discworld
- coming off an intermittent tear of Haruki Murakami novels. Even though I still haven't liked any of them quite as much as Hard-Boiled Wonderland & the End of the World
, the first one I read.
Now, the only thing I have left is a compilation of Harlan Ellison short stories which could be used to bludgeon somebody to death. I suspect since a lot of it came from the '60s, some of it is good and some of it is masturbatory pomo crap, but we'll just have to see.
/very bored reader of lots and lots of very trashy fiction