Larissa Glasser’s F4 is filthy, bizarre, ultra-violent, and hyper-(trans-)sexual, and I’m sure it’s meant to be all those things.
The Female Man wants very badly to be a hysterical novel, but by design, and not spontaneously, it flails about in its confusion, hurting not just itself but the reader as well.
Like my own Shahrazad, I’ve told myself 1,001 stories to keep myself distracted from (doing) bad things.
The ugly, The bad, The good, The list™
My translation: Edith Södergran - “Framtidens skugga” (1920)
Although I already had a pretty positive opinion of Vance based on ‘Lyonesse’, ‘The Narrow Land’ surprised me with a couple of really good tales.
Ursula K. LeGuin’s ‘The Eye of the Heron’ is an engaging novella about oppression and resistance in a new world.
Tove Jansson’s collection ‘Dockskåpet’ (The Doll’s House) has a number of gems. Most of them are character sketches, between ten and twenty pages. Domestic troubles, strange obsessions. A novel or story collection can itself be a kind of textual doll’s house, with little rooms of drama and tiny furniture.
For as long as I can remember I have been having a vision. Not always, not every night, but recurring throughout my life. The vision always appears at the crepuscular boundary between waking and sleep, when I settle down in my bed and prepare to leave the day behind.
When I recently started playing the urban planning/management game ‘Cities: Skylines’, I quickly got the idea — after trying out the game’s basic functioning — to create a city and surrounding mountain villages with railroads connecting them.