Morning Paddle

 

Read This Book: "The Truth Against The World"

 

Read this book!

Mythopoeic apocolyptic crime thriller with ancient Celtic resonances. Something like that--but better.

David Corbett is the real deal -- as a novelist and as a teacher.

Sunshine Felines

 

Adventures in Book-History!

 

Seriously, this best-selling non-fiction volume begins with book-hunters from the Library of Alexandria seeking scrolls far and wide, never-say-die.

And the story gets more exciting from there.

I may be teaching this book in my college classes when the paperback comes out.

Also, quite frankly, if you have come to this blog on purpose, you will want to read this particular volume.

Thanks,

MD

Rereading Steven Erikson's "Deadhouse Gates" Again

 

670 pages into this, my third, reading of Steven Erikson's Deadhouse Gates.  I have always been a rereader, weaned on such practice visiting relatives as a child with only a handful of books--Tarzan, Conan, Bond, and/or Fafhrd & the Gray Mouser--in my bag for weeks or a month at a time.

(I am 62 now, so my formative strategies and psychological structuring predate e-books and devices by decades.)  

I love rereading, and this venture through DG is no exception. More than anything, this time Fiddler's and Felisin's sections resonate with greater volume on the one hand and with more nuance on the other.

I've read Gardens of the Moon half a dozen times, for it's a particular favorite (quirky though it is), but after DG I will be on my first rereading of the rest of the Erikson's Ten, the remainder of the massive series Malazan Book of the Fallen.  

Looking forward!

P.S. That's Lady, by the way.

Sunny Paddling

 

The first morning sun over the inner harbor in weeks, I think.

Trickster? Berkeley Still Berkeley?

 

Berkeley Still Berkeley:

As I was putting money in my parking meter, the grizzled guy beside his battered pickup in the next slot over caught my attention and then asked, "Should Lilith tell Adhura Madhza the route to the proper path, or is Lilith the true hero of enlightenment herself?"

Or something like that, but longer. Four full sentences or so.

He didn't wait for an answer, but climbed into his truck and drove away.

From the way he'd carefully watched the parking officer slowly drive past us before addressing me, I don't think he'd put any money in the meter.

But then a trickster wouldn't, would they?