
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Remember Me?

Wednesday, September 3, 2008
The Imposter

Monday, September 1, 2008
Broken

Sunday, August 31, 2008
Panic in Level 4

Quickie Recap: Who plays with Ebola? Who gives a shit about pi? What does DNA taste like? Richard Preston answers all the questions I bet no one besides him really thought of asking.
Quickie Review: This book was disjointed, it's just 6 different topics with nothing to do with each other that Preston thought worth publishing. And actually, they are. Worth publishing, I mean. It's no great literary achievement, but there are some interesting moments. I actually came away having learned something about pi, and I have to give some credit there.
Quickie Recommendation: Have you ever wondered what would compel a person to eat their own flesh? If so, this is a pretty good source.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Literary Lapses

by Stephen Leacock.
Quickie Recap: This is Leacock's first collection of comic stories, self-published according to the afterword by Robertson Davies, and full of gems, according to me.
Quickie Review: I liked best the one story that Robertson Davies did not: Number Fifty-Six. Other than that, Davies and I seem to agree largely that Leacock is a national treasure, always a funny man, and a great read besides.
Quickie Recommendation: Never a let down.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Snuff
by Chuck Palahniuk.
Quickie Recap: Cassie Wright, an aging and declining porn star, makes one last grab at fame by setting out to set a world record while making her last film starring herself and 600 willing men, three of whom share their stories while waiting for their turns.
Quickie Review: I gushed after Rant. Gushed. It set the bar high, and even though I had Snuff in my closet just waiting to be read, I practiced some delayed gratification and held out. Held out to be horrifically disappointed, it seems. Didn't like it. Like, at all. Hey Chuck Palahniuk - way to WAY overuse the phrase 'pud-puller'. Totally ruined it for me. I had no sympathy for any of the characters. I found them lacking in motivation. With a title like Snuff, you have a pretty good indication that someone is going to die, and I felt myself willing it along. I wanted them all to keel over just so that I could be done. I'm pretty sure he only wrote the book so he could use those "clever" porn titles he's been saving up since he was 12. I mean, Chitty Chitty Gang Bang? Ugh.
Quickie Recommendation: Read Rant instead. This book is lame.