argh

I’m a bit frustrated about work, so I am going to write a bit.

I read Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and, well, I fucking hated it. It took me forever to read, which was weird since it was the same length (according to my kindle) as Troll Bridge and The Sea and Little Fishes by Sir Pterry. I blew through the Pterry books fairly quickly, but this book took me forever and I had to keep stopping and going to something else before I could continue.

I tried to read it as though I were reading a journal or blogpost, but all I could think of was: Wow, I could easily blow through the Toasterverse  by Sci or Tiny Spy Assassin Steve by Sam easier than I could slog through this. (The TSAS series is something that I’m not interested in at all as well, so there’s that. and I love me some Toasterverse along with the DJ stories). I tried to read it as though I were reading a short story by an author I was unfamiliar with, which is what I was doing. I’ve never read any Capote stories and it’s been so long since I’ve seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s is that all I can remember is: Sunglasses.

The story, in itself, is of a writer who has a whirlwind friendhip with a “Woman About Town,” who turns out to be, well, a trollop and got conned into sending coded messages from a prison inmate to their lawyer while she went on her visits to him. So, basically, she’s a fucking weirdo who ran away from home, is an escort, and is an idiot who inadvertantly works for the mob sending messages via verbal code. How is it that this isn’t more intriguing?

I spent 85-90% of the book hating it, but telling myself that maybe it’ll get interesting and so I’d continue to slog through it. I kind of regret reading it, because I could’ve spent it reading something else (like David Morrell for instance). But, I kind of don’t because now I can complain about how much I hated it. I still don’t see how this was a “great peice of work” that spawned a film.

I’m not going to say “Oh, I bet I could find way more interesting books that would’ve been great films from the year this was published” because I know me and I am a lazy bastard. I’m sure I could find something fascinating to read from that year, but it’s not something I feel the urge to go and look for. I’ll meander through books as I go along. But I am definitely not planning on reading anymore Capote after this.

The other day, HBO released a 40-second clip to steer us towards a reminder that April is Coming. I watched it, I squeed with delight, and I shared a link to it on my fb feed.

Later that afternoon, I got, what I felt, was a slightly pompous response of how it was “nothing new,” and that “we all saw that in the last episode anyway.”

No. Not all of us saw the last episode. Jamie and I have not watched the last three or four episodes of Season Five of GoT because, well, Jamie’s a purist and doesn’t want to be ruined by stuff that David and Dan know and we don’t. (I’ve managed to convince Jamie to have a GoT marathon on Christmas so at least then I can watch the last few episodes). Jamie and I are both excited for Season 6 and Winds of Winter, but Jamie’s kind of standoffish. He’s really afraid that watching something that hasn’t shown up yet in the books will ruin his relationship with the books. I can see it, but we agreed when we started watching that we would watch it together and, well, I really want to watch the Walk of Shame.

So, I responded…pretty shittily. This person is an Unsullied (a fan who has seen the show, but not read the books) but not so much of an Unsullied fan as to go on websites like westeros.org or winter-is-coming to look up information or find out things. They’re a casual version of Unsullied. Like, if no one went out and told them when the new season came out, they wouldn’t notice.

I went off on tangent about how Jamie and I have read the books, we’re not Unsullied. We know that there are peices within Season 5, and the upcoming Season 6, are going to show things that were not in the books because GRRM told David and Dan about the gist of the whole thing. I told them about how we knew about this and that, this character and that character. I named off a couple of characters this person has never even heard of because I am a smug bastard and how can you not know who Lady Stoneheart is?

They responded with something benign like “omg I didn’t know those things!” Well, no shit.

I told Jamie about it and he, for the fourth time in like two months, reminded me that I just need to unfriend this person on my fb page because they make me want to smack them upside the head.

I downloaded a book yesterday because I forgot we have Kindle Unlimited. I booted off some paleo book that Jamie had found (he likes looking for new recipes. We have a 500-page cookbook that we made. it’s pretty awesome). I had seen an ad on my fb feed near something and it mentioned this trilogy that was an interesting take on Alice in Wonderland.

It’s called The Insanity Series because apparently it’s a series, not a trilogy. But you can get the trilogy omnibus for free if you’ve got kindle unlimited.

I started the first book, Mad in Wonderland, this morning on my way to work and I should’ve known. The first bits of it say Christ Church, and I immediately thought of Christchurch, which is in New Zealand, and I was all what the fuck. Then the damn thing mentioned ruining an “original copy” of Alice in Wonderland.

It’s Alice’s Adventures in WonderlandAlice in Wonderland is the Disney film. This made me feel kind of stabby. I texted Jamie that I was starting to hate the book and I was only 2% in. Then I continued, thinking maybe it’ll get a little better, and the author has shoved in all these weird little bits that reference the original Adventures and Through the Looking-Glass. (e.g: “…and a writing desk the colour of ravens.” it might not be the direct line, but it’s close enough. I highlighted it and made a note of “ha. ha.” because by this time the references were pretty grating)

I told Jamie that I hated the book. The book made me all stabby and I wondered if Charles Dodgson was rolling in his grave. Jamie reiterated that I should stop reading and I did, when I realized that Neil Gaiman was right: if you were at a party with these characters, would you want to be around them or would you be in the kitchen hoping they’d eventually go away? (sic) I realized that no, I would not want to be at a party with these characters. In fact, I’d be loudly proclaiming that I was either leaving or that the party was over and everyone needed to get the fuck out of my house.

So I started Trigger Warning and got super excited when I realized that Click-Clack the Rattlebag is in here. It’s a wonderfully spooky story.

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