“Rebecca” is just
another way of spelling
“Rebecca” is just
A man comes back to
life and we celebrate? I
say keep your guns close.
Robots controlling all of
our moves? Dilemma!
Frankenstein is the
doctor, not the monster. Ugh,
people, read for once!
You moved across the
ocean only to meet an
I’ve read a lot of books since I last reviewed any. So this will be a cut to the chase kind of reading.
The Windup Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami – Strange, perplexing, but very interesting. Wells and water are big themes. One of the most uncomfortable deaths.
The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker – Fun use of Arab and Jewish mythology. Unrealistic characters and somewhat disappointing plot.
Airborn by Kenneth Oppel – Epitome of young adult fiction – adventurous tale with a protagonist who is neither developed or capable of doing wrong.
WE by Yevgeny Zamyatin – Foundation for 1984 and Anthem. Interesting and ground breaking concept. Very original critique of Communism. Not as well written.
The Man in the High Castle by Phillip K Dick – A creative and addicting book that explores alternative history post WWII. Well written, fascinating, and a new one of my favorites.
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguru – Good but slow. Better to read twice – especially some time apart so you can grapple and relate to the themes of nostalgia. Last scene is beautifully written.
A Morbid Taste for Bones by Ellis Peters – Great classic thriller that deals with the Church, glory, and a little bit of detective work. Cadfael is a Periot but in monk form.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan – Wonderful rhetoric and style of prose. Timing is a little strange. The longer I read it the less I liked it.
A Feast for Crows by George RR Martin – Not as bad as people told me it would be. Except all of the Cersei chapters were annoying.
Today I got a notification from WordPress that asked if I had seen my monthly totals. I looked. Pretty much no views in the past month. This is to be expected because I haven’t really written in the past month. Thanks, WordPress, for the slight shade and nose-in-the-dirt rub for how irrelevant I have become to other’s newsfeeds.
It’s true, I haven’t been writing. No haikus, no book reviews, nothing. Apparently 17 syllables at a time was too much of me.
Well, I hate to chalk it up to this, but the real reason, WordPress, why I haven’t been writing is because I am working probably over 40 hours a week, but am maybe being paid for about 20 of them.
I haven’t been writing because I have student loans and an exchange rate that doesn’t work in my favor. Plus a loan collector that is way more interested in the paycheck instead of the familial relationship that exists between us. Nevermind the fact that I’m living below the US poverty line and over half of my monthly paycheck here is paying a collector that doesn’t need that money as much as I do. Thus I am working as hard as I can yet am still living at the mercy and generosity of others (who have been very wonderful).
I haven’t been writing because my mom is really ill. Like seriously ill, and I’m an ocean away and unable to comfort her or help her make sense of her life. I am unable to really show her how much she means to people, even those she is now convinced are fed up with her because of her medical problems. What’s worse is that even if I was there, there would be little to nothing I could really do to ease the pain.
I haven’t been writing because a month ago my phone was stolen. Yes, it’s just a little machine I carry around. But that little machine not only helped me organize my life, but it also had over 3 years worth of pictures, notes, saved text messages, an expansive music collection, all my contacts, and an easy to connection to those back home. Not to mention that I barely have enough money to pay rent, eat, and cover my loans, so asking for a new phone is like asking my hollowed tooth to refill itself with something besides metal.
I haven’t been writing because I had some really good haikus saved in the notes of that phone, and for the life of me I can’t remember what any of them were. Now I feel like I have an impossible, unattainable standard to achieve: the ghosts of past words. For all I know I have lost the most perfect one I will write. Probably not, but it sucks for motivation. And my new phone can’t really do anything, so no haikus on the go.
So yes, WordPress, I haven’t been writing. Perhaps I have been a little bit more concerned about other things going on in my life. If you want a grand entrance back into the blog-o-sphere, here it is. Happy?