Back in my hole

I just finished Troubled Sleep by Sartre and I'm depressed. I skipped the second book of the trilogy (will probably get to it in the next couple of months). There's a reason why books about war suck.

Graphic novel reading continues! After finishing two volumes of Alan Moore's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and feeling empty (it was ok...it got too comic booky, sorry dude.), I'm committing to Dave Sim's Cerebus. I say commitment because it's suppose to be 300 issues. Stay tuned.

What is next? Lots of coffee reading fo sho (will spare you guys of that)...

Troubled Sleep

"He made his way to the parapet and stood there firing. This was revenge on a big scale; each one of his shots wiped out some ancient scruple. One for Lola, whom I dared not rob, one for Marcelle, whom I ought to have ditched, one for Odette, whom I didn't want to screw. This for the books I never dared to write, this for the journeys I never made, this for everybody in general whom I wanted to hate and tried to understand. He fired, and the tables of the law crushed about him --Thou shall love thy neighbor has thyself--bang! in that bastard's face --Thou shall not kill--bang! at that scarecrow opposite. He was firing on his fellow men, on Virtue, on the whole world; Liberty is Terror. The mairie was ablaze, his head was ablaze; bullets were whining around him, free as the air. The world is going up in smoke, and me with it. He fired; he looked at his watch: fourteen minutes and thirty seconds. Nothing more to ask of fate now except one half-minute, just time enough to fire at that smart officer, at all the Beauty of the Earth, at the street, at the flowers, at the gardens, at everything he had loved. Beauty dived downwards obscenely, and Mathieu went on firing. He fired: he was cleansed, he was all powerful, he was free."

It's been awhile.

Hi there,

I've been feeling kind of crazy lately. Time to change that. If you're like me, reading is kind of a calming agent, and when you're not reading, you get anxious. This past week, I tried to change that (I also have been cutting back on caffeine aka coffee, and so far, life has been treating me better). What did I read? Well, I reread Old Man and the Sea by Hemingway. Unfortunately, this is most people's introduction to the author (it was for me sophomore year in high school). I fell in love, and was compelled to read other works by him, which only got better and better. Man, I didn't remember the story being so sad. Duh, you might say, it's Hemingway, and very true. The contrast of the old man, the boy, the vast ocean and the fish, it broke my heart.

The other is a graphic novel, From Hell by Alan Moore (he also did Watchmen). I didn't know it was a movie, nor that it was a tale spun from the mysteries of Jack the Ripper. There's a reason why Alan Moore is worshiped by many. From Hell is gritty, confrontational, and violent. And like the Watchmen, it builds up to only let you down, until you realize he's giving you a total mind fuck. He's a nerd with a capital n, and my new author crush (next to you Caitlin).