Last night I went to Coffee Group, came back to my place with Steph, then we vamoosed over to her place (for those of you not in the know, Steph and I, though we live in the same city, live about 40k apart). Hung around for a bit; Hedda dropped over; Steph introduced me to the glories of bubble and squeak. Which is far less like porridge than I had always imagined, given the name. Bubble and squeak was also the meal that the jailer's daughter gave Toad in Wind and the Willows. Not that that's relevant or anything, I'm just saying.
Woke up at some ungodly hour this morning (numerous times). Tried to go to the lavatory, but managed to forget which side of the door the doorhandle was on. After some desperate scrabbling at the hinges, I got it right. Later had a meeting at uni to meet up with Geof, only to discover 1) the teachers were on strike, and 2) Geof wasn't there. Jess and I got our editorial intro written though. Mostly by me. If you buy a copy, the shit bits are by Jess. *whistles*
Have had complete lack of virtue tonight, and spent hours working on a coat I'm sewing rather than doing anything constructive (haha), or at least anything I'm supposed to be doing. Watched the second half of a Pertwee Dr Who episode before retiring to the family room to cut out more ruddy fabric & watch multiple episodes of Red Dwarf, then watch more of same with commentary. Then watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks. Forgot how much I loved the Portobello Road sequence. Was sole reason I was so disappointed with same when I stayed in London briefly in '99. Less because of the lack of street dancing and more because of the lack of nifty twisty streets and fabulous architecture. Also because both best friend and best friend's aunt abandoned me there and went home, unbeknownst to me, and I spent all of my money, the forty dollars Australian in my wallet, catching a London taxi back to Hammersmith. Had to walk the last way because there was a bridge that only allows foot traffic and buses to cross it in the way. Can't recall why it was so closed off.
In other news, Anne Rice is an idiot. "Your stupid arrogant assumptions about me and what I am doing are slander. And you have used this site as if it were a public urinal to publish falsehood and lies." Funny, I was always taught that what people are doing, by writing on Amazon, is libel, not slander. Slander's spoken. Unless I'm very much mistaken. Either way, I don't really care. Because I'd have to tip a full guzunder on my head to approach the same stupidity that Rice seems blessed with.
(Oh, god! Has anyone read through the first page of Blood Canticle, as previewable on Amazon? Because it's so hilariously bad.)
(And to end on a quote from Neil Gaiman, because it was too delicious not to: "I think Anne Rice going on Amazon and lambasting her critics was undoubtedly a very brave and satisfying thing for her to do, was every bit as sensible as kicking a tar baby, and, if ever I do something like that, please shoot me.")
Woke up at some ungodly hour this morning (numerous times). Tried to go to the lavatory, but managed to forget which side of the door the doorhandle was on. After some desperate scrabbling at the hinges, I got it right. Later had a meeting at uni to meet up with Geof, only to discover 1) the teachers were on strike, and 2) Geof wasn't there. Jess and I got our editorial intro written though. Mostly by me. If you buy a copy, the shit bits are by Jess. *whistles*
Have had complete lack of virtue tonight, and spent hours working on a coat I'm sewing rather than doing anything constructive (haha), or at least anything I'm supposed to be doing. Watched the second half of a Pertwee Dr Who episode before retiring to the family room to cut out more ruddy fabric & watch multiple episodes of Red Dwarf, then watch more of same with commentary. Then watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks. Forgot how much I loved the Portobello Road sequence. Was sole reason I was so disappointed with same when I stayed in London briefly in '99. Less because of the lack of street dancing and more because of the lack of nifty twisty streets and fabulous architecture. Also because both best friend and best friend's aunt abandoned me there and went home, unbeknownst to me, and I spent all of my money, the forty dollars Australian in my wallet, catching a London taxi back to Hammersmith. Had to walk the last way because there was a bridge that only allows foot traffic and buses to cross it in the way. Can't recall why it was so closed off.
In other news, Anne Rice is an idiot. "Your stupid arrogant assumptions about me and what I am doing are slander. And you have used this site as if it were a public urinal to publish falsehood and lies." Funny, I was always taught that what people are doing, by writing on Amazon, is libel, not slander. Slander's spoken. Unless I'm very much mistaken. Either way, I don't really care. Because I'd have to tip a full guzunder on my head to approach the same stupidity that Rice seems blessed with.
(Oh, god! Has anyone read through the first page of Blood Canticle, as previewable on Amazon? Because it's so hilariously bad.)
(And to end on a quote from Neil Gaiman, because it was too delicious not to: "I think Anne Rice going on Amazon and lambasting her critics was undoubtedly a very brave and satisfying thing for her to do, was every bit as sensible as kicking a tar baby, and, if ever I do something like that, please shoot me.")
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Date: 2004-09-23 11:50 am (UTC)I think she's unstable right now. Her husband's death hit her hard and I think she knows she has been writing sub par, starting with Pandora and now she's hit an uber defensive moment and done something she will most likely regret when her head's back together.
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Date: 2004-09-23 07:15 pm (UTC)I'm sure she is. But braincrazy isn't an excuse for bad art, really. And if she allowed people to edit her, rather than claiming to be infallible, she'd know this. So she doesn't want people tainting her vision? Fine. Request a very non-interventionist edit. Hell, even just a light copyedit! A *good* editor could do that easily. (I'm being trained in it right now. We stand to lose marks for being too interventionist.) At least that way your editor will tell you when you're fucking up, when you've used the wrong word (like gentile for genteel), when you've changed your character's description halfway through, only in a very careful and diplomatic way. And frankly her review only served to show how badly she needs an editor. Her grasp of the English language seems far from perfect.
I'm very sorry that she's passed through such trouble, but she's still being a prat. Like someone else (Gaiman?) said, this is the sort of thing that you bitch to your girlfriends about. This sort of public display is just not classy. She's kinda doing the three-year-old chucking a tanty because her mummy refused to buy her some sweets.
The other thing is, this is apparently not the first time she's pulled this sort of stunt. If I were on my home computer rather than at school on Macs without tabular browsing, I'd pull up the copy of an answering machine message she used to have recorded where she urged her fans to harass a reviewer who left her a bad review. It was linked on fandom_wank somewhere...I think it's on her website.
I do feel kinda sorry for her, in the same way I feel sorry for some other obnoxious people of my acquaintance. I mean, she can't be a very happy person in herself, even prior to her husband's death.
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Date: 2004-09-23 08:06 pm (UTC)Her work has been steadily suffering starting with Pandora (okay, or possibly Memnoch)* and up until Blackwood Farm it was a sort of torture to read them. Because it was the characters, but it was like she was losing them or something.
Then Blackwood Farm happened and it was terrible. It was exactly like someone's terrible Mary Sue fanfic. *twitch* that wasn't a sort of torture, that was PURE torture.
I'm babbling.
* I'll except Vittorio, simply because it was completely new Cs and therefore, a completely new tone was alright, somehow.
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:37 am (UTC)I read Interview with the Vampire (a vampire? Can't remember) in year 7 or 8, and got halfway through a secondhand copy of Queen of the Damned I got at the library before giving it up as I hadn't read The Vampire Lestat. I heard so many negative comments from ex-fans of Rice that I never bothered to hunt down any more. One of my uni friends is going to lent me TVL soon, though.
*pets* I don't mind your babble at ALL.
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Date: 2004-09-24 07:03 am (UTC)Then all of a sudden, he does. Blah, blah, blah.
Starting with Pandora on, the writing is simply sub-par. The descriptions are not dense and in some cases, they are totally nonexistant. It takes me an average of two weeks to read an Anne Rice novel because I cannot process all the descriptions. I have to reread pages. Some people hate that, but I sort of like it. It's like immersion into the story.
I read Pandora in less than a day.
Meh. So all I'm saying is, if you're going to read them, stick with Interview With the Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, Queen of the Damned (my favorite, btw), and MAYBE The Tale of the Body Thief and Memnoch the Devil. Everything else, it doesn't feel like the real histories of the characters (she's branching out into Pandora and Armand and Marius), it feels like she's making it up. And while I KNOW that's what she IS doing, it shouldn't FEEL like it.
However, if you want to read the best book she's ever written, I highly rec Cry to Heaven.
I hope you were serious when you said you don't mind my babble. *giggle*
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Date: 2004-09-24 07:09 am (UTC)This whole "My dead husband was the inspiration for Lestat!" makes me very wary. Bit of a Gary-Stu, if you ask me. And I mistrust authors and/or characters who Get Religion and have to tell you in that way.
[I]t feels like she's making it up. And while I KNOW that's what she IS doing, it shouldn't FEEL like it.
Well, I'd disagree that a "good" author is "making it up" anyway. The reason I got stuck on the Shadow Boys was not because I couldn't think of something to happen, but because I didn't know what happened next. I think they are two different things.
I'll look it up. If I remember. *fisheh*
'Course I was. Duffer. *ruffles your hair*
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Date: 2004-09-24 07:13 am (UTC)I know. I do it, too, where you're waiting to "find out" what happens next. But there has to be some part of your brain that is coming up with it. So TECHNICALLY, you're making it up.
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Date: 2004-09-24 07:35 pm (UTC)...
You're fucking kidding me. That's totally lame. Because Louis = too obsessed with Truth, Beauty and his enormous ANGST to lie.
Yeah, technically. I still think there's a difference, if that makes sense.
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Date: 2004-09-25 12:56 am (UTC)Louis is annoying sometimes. The big pathetic baby. He's WEAK, as far as vamps go.
I'm tired.
*curls on*
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Date: 2004-09-25 07:48 am (UTC)Eh, I agree. Not the sort of person I would necessarily get on with because sometimes you just want to slap him upside the head, but at least he has principles, and stuff.
TELL me about it. My particularly verbose insomniac of a best friend has been talking to me on the phone for the last four hours. And while that'd normally be fine, I'm TIRED. Plus I was kinda planning on doing stuff. Oh well.
*loffs*
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Date: 2004-09-25 09:02 am (UTC)Mostly because he's basically a human with eternal life. He has pretty much no mental powers and he's barely stronger/faster than a human.
Ew. Couldn't you say, "I love you, but I need to go pass out now"? *cuddlesup*
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Date: 2004-09-25 08:06 pm (UTC)I did, eventually. I was on the cordless and lying in my bed and almost falling asleep.
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Date: 2004-09-25 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-25 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 07:04 pm (UTC)and it was the bedroom door. In my defence, Steph *does* have a whole lot of bags and coats and suchlike on it. Although I have been in there a billion times, so not so much of an excuse there.
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Date: 2004-09-23 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 07:35 pm (UTC)my ex-housemate was a semi-pro dancer for 10 years and still managed to fall down the stairs twice in one week. So obviously dance training has nothing to do with avoiding clumsiness. QED. ;)
The question is, in your pre-reboot mode, do you groan like a zombie?
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:39 am (UTC)'Course, I also did gym during my formative years, but had to give it up for dance at the tender age of eight.
Nope. You're lucky to get eyes opening let alone such higher-brain functions as groans.
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Date: 2004-09-23 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 07:33 pm (UTC)on the comic page, under the anne rice comic, he wrote a brief thing with his take on the Rice incident.
Also put a pretty good comment in his blog about it.
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:39 am (UTC)