Tidbits and Such
I've been fairly busy and preoccupied the past few days, so today I bring you a few random things.
I started wondering this morning, when where scissors invented? I did some research and found that they were invented thousands of years ago in ancient Egypt, by Leonardo Da Vinci, and in Rome about 100 A.D.
Anne Rice has been (in my ever so meek opinion) of questionable status for many books now. I keep buying them and reading them, because for the few books of utter crap (Memnoch the Devil, for example, or Merrick. Don't get me started on Violin), you get something brilliant and beautiful like Blackwood Farm (to be fair: I'm in the middle of it still; it may yet take a turn for the worse). I'm enjoying Blackwood Farm so much because it reminds me of the romantic and lovely Interview With The Vampire and The Vampire Lestat from before she was so full of herself and immersed in her own greatness. There is now a new book out called Blood Canticle which picks up where Blackwood Farm leaves off, and finishes the job of completely interweaving the Vampires and the Mayfair Witches. Some pretty bad customer reviews were posted on Amazon, and Ms. Rice decided to answer. I wish I hadn't read it, I lost a lot of respect for her. It comes across as nothing more than petulant foot stomping.
I started wondering this morning, when where scissors invented? I did some research and found that they were invented thousands of years ago in ancient Egypt, by Leonardo Da Vinci, and in Rome about 100 A.D.
Anne Rice has been (in my ever so meek opinion) of questionable status for many books now. I keep buying them and reading them, because for the few books of utter crap (Memnoch the Devil, for example, or Merrick. Don't get me started on Violin), you get something brilliant and beautiful like Blackwood Farm (to be fair: I'm in the middle of it still; it may yet take a turn for the worse). I'm enjoying Blackwood Farm so much because it reminds me of the romantic and lovely Interview With The Vampire and The Vampire Lestat from before she was so full of herself and immersed in her own greatness. There is now a new book out called Blood Canticle which picks up where Blackwood Farm leaves off, and finishes the job of completely interweaving the Vampires and the Mayfair Witches. Some pretty bad customer reviews were posted on Amazon, and Ms. Rice decided to answer. I wish I hadn't read it, I lost a lot of respect for her. It comes across as nothing more than petulant foot stomping.
Last night was the season premiere of Law and Order, now with 100% less Jerry Orbach, and 100% more Dennis Farina. I miss Lenny, to be sure, but I think Dennis Farina is ok. The first half seemed to fly by a lot quicker because I wasn't as interested, but all was well again when Jack McCoy showed up.
posted by The Noillyprat Cat @ 9:02 AM
1 Comments:
I know... I'm a little torn on how I feel about it. On the one hand, be a grownup! She still has millions of people who think she can do no wrong. Take the funny, make-fun-of-myself approach that Stephen King does. On the other hand, it really does have to be very hurtful to read such mean things about something you pour yourself into. Also, I guess her husband died pretty recently, so I imagine she's not in a great place.
I'll probably continue to buy whatever she writes though.
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