Okay, I know I promised to myself that the first review would be the one for “A Song of Ice and Fire” series, but that would take a level of emotional implication of which I am incapable at the moment. I am far too chilled, too lazy, too liberated from any source of stress (finals are officially OVER!), but it will arrive one of these days. For now, an intellectual review of “The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories” by Angela Carter will need to suffice. This is a very short book, a collection of short stories, which I read in exactly one week (alas, only last Friday I hugged the immense tome of “A Dance With Dragons” farewell, while my tears crept down my face), but the reason why it took me 7 days to read 128 pages (albeit written in a painfully small font) was because these stories were like nothing I’ve ever read, true studies of folklore, feminist literature, supernatural and horror. And when I plan to use Skippy and Skipette (if you are unfamiliar with the names of the couple of neurons inhabiting and controlling my brain, you cause me great displeasure), I actually use them, so yeah, this was an in-depth read. I hope you enjoy my review of this tour de force.
Yeah, there are corpses that are less lazy than I am when it comes to blog writing. I will not invent an excuse. I refuse to stoop to such levels. But I will express my deep admiration for a movie that I’ve just seen and that I highly recommend. Of course, this goes against what IMDB, the putrid pit of lies and deceit, is saying, but after “Drive” has been given the immense grade of 8.1, Drive being basically one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life, well, I can safely say that IMDB does not exist for me anymore, it is not a valid source of information anymore and it can go tear itself another asshole in whatever hell is destined for attention whore sites. Also, I will be reviewing the massive insult to intelligence that is Drive in the very near future. This will not be a failed promise, something I forget about or drop due to studies, laziness, carelessness or a desire to sleep. I have already commented about this utter piece of crap on several sites, and I will further destroy it here, in my own little kingdom. But not today.
Tis an uncertain world we live in, but there is and always will be one eternal, ultimate and undeniable truth: HBO know how to make TV series. A Game of Thrones is by far the best series I’ve seen in a long time, and it is right up there with Rome when it comes to my all time favourites. It is a gem, a gift from the gods bestowed upon us worthless and undeserving mortals.
Ah, the simplicity of the world manages to astound me yet again. After having read one of the greatest works of art in modern literature, “Shalimar the Clown” by Salman Rushdie, I knew that not many books will come close to offering the experience of this romantic, enchanting, heart-breaking masterpiece, one which I will review very soon (I need the right mood for it). But I had no idea that I would waste two weeks on one of the most tedious, most boring and pointless books in existence: the final part of the much hypes, overly discussed Millennium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson. I was extremely pissed off during the reading of this useless brick, but I will take advantage of this post to review all three books, mostly because I don’t want it to be a series of insults. There are good aspects as well. Therefore, sit back and enjoy my commentary of a trilogy you really do not need to read. I will try to be as specific as possible, so you get the main points of interest without all the immense amount of FILLERS that a vast portion of the world’s population consider to be good literature.
My heart is about to force its way out of my throat. My skin is itching. I am afraid to go out of my room because the lights are off in the hall. Something dark is crawling beneath my skin. All this is the effect of one of the best movies I have ever seen. Black Swan. If my beloved Natalie Portman does not get an Oscar for this, there is no hope for Hollywood. Enjoy.
To all the people who like this book, I apologize. The following review is not a positive one. It is not entirely negative either, but, well, there will be little praise and quite a lot of criticism. Sorry, but this book has made me realize that I am mostly a SciFi watcher, not a reader, and that the next SciFi book I will read will have either aliens, mutants or weird space sex.
