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Books! Old and new!
cairmen asked, I answer:
1) Total number of books owned?
Dunno. If we allow comics-with-spines as books, 3 full-height bookshelves worth, plus more in storage. Without that, 2 full height bookshelves, plus storage. What’s in storage is probably another full-height and a bit of proper books.
2) Last book I bought:
Like cairmen, Brookmyre’s new one. I don’t think it’s soulless, although it’s a bit Brookmyre by the numbers. Boiling a Frog remains his weakest as far as I’m concerned.
3) Last book I read:
Last one finished was “Rip it Up And Start Again”.
a) With Pictures?
Erm… Flight 2, or possibly Four Letter Words. There’re a few others I’ve bought, but not read – mostly Marvel and DC trades. Very little new that’s a “god, got to rush home and read this…”
b) Non-fiction?
Rip It Up is non-fiction. But for fiction, the last thing I read was re-reading Grant Morrison’s “Lovely Biscuits” and David Conway’s “Metal Sushi” on the tube last Saturday (I took quite a few tube journeys, and read fast). Then I went and fed myself brain-altering chemicals, and in hindsight, should not have been entirely surprised…
4) 5 Books that mean a lot to me:
- 45 – Bill Drummond. Bill Drummond has the most relaxing and accessible way of talking about Art and modern life that I know. More books about Art should be like his. A friend of mine once flattered me outrageously by comparing my writing style/way of looking at the world and Drummond’s. I think he’s mad, but yes, Drummond is certainly an important influence of mine.
- The Complete Sherlock Holmes – Arthur Conan Doyle. My favourite pulp fiction, the light by which I make a basic judgement about almost all Fantasy/SF/Comics work – do I enjoy it as much as Holmes?
- Fear and Loathing On The Campaign Trail ’72 – Hunter S Thompson. My favourite work of journalism, and also my favourite work about politics.
- Winnie The Pooh (and The House at Pooh Corner) – A A Milne. Technically two books, I suppose, but I love them beyond belief. The only “classic” on my list. Brilliant, brilliant children’s fiction, and the standard by which a person’s soul can be measured. If there is no love in you for these stories then, you should be kept away from real people, as you’re obviously some kind of parasite.
- From Hell – Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell. Not, I should add, on here as a token representative of comics, but on here as a thing I genuinely think of as an Important Literary Work. Yes, it still is the bar that I think other comics have yet to beat in terms of all round quality, but more than that, it’s an excellent work of literary/historical fiction, that doesn’t put a foot wrong at any point. A must-read for anyone, regardless of their prejudices about comics.
Unwind
Mmmm, endorphins. Hurrah for healthy exercise.
I appear to have tomorrow night free. I’m sure I was supposed to be doing something, but I can’t remember what.
Menlo Park gig Saturday night. Who actually got tickets in the end? Does anyone fancy meeting up somewhere for a quiet drink beforehand, since it’s on late?
In case anyone is curious:
I have noticed an increasing tendency for my friends to refer to me by my surname (to the point where in a couple of cases people I’ve met recently have to ask me what my first name was, after a couple of weeks). I am getting a little fed up it.
I prefer to be refered to by my first name – a legacy of schools where everyone was constantly refered to by their surname, and far, far, far too many Sherlock Holmes jokes. And given the amount of my social interaction that happens on LJ, I figure that my old journal name probably wasn’t helping. And then I happened to notice that the previous owner of alasdair had deleted and purged their journal.
So, now that I’ve finished doing the dance of joy, I’ve had it for my own.
I find that I really am pleased out of all proportion about this. Everybody celebrate!
PS. If you didn’t know I prefer to be called Alasdair, or Al, you do now. I am not the Great Detective’s sidekick. Please attempt to remember this.
I may have been a bit of a wreck…
Weekend: smashing. Brain: smashed.
Apologies for talking shit/being tedious/anything else as required – in hindsight, I was in quite some state at points on Saturday night. Thanks to ebmgothicgirlie and delomelas in particular, who I was probably most spannered at, but who provided entertainment nonetheless.
For those not there, a guide to how spannered I was: in attempting to answer the question “How hard is it to find a bunch of goths in Hyde Park?”, I discovered that the answer is: “Quite easy, provided you don’t go to St James Park by mistake, in which case, you will certainly fail to find the goths, because you are too stupid to live”. I did make it in the end, though, and had a thoroughly civilised time – more of that sort of thing, etc, etc. Ta, all.
And now, organ failure.
It’s not *all* bad, in East Acton.
I mean, mostly it *is* a grim concrete hole, populated by chavs in their barryed-up BMWs and roaming gangs of few men, eyes peeled for scrap, and untarmaced drives.
But, lacking any means of escaping it for lunch today (the car drivers in the office are absent) we strolled down to the shops. And discovered somewhere selling Red Lemonade and Taytos.
So, not *all* bad.
Post-Politics
I’m buried in Simon Reynolds “Rip It Up And Start Again” at the moment. It’s a history of the post-punk movement from (about) 78-84, and it’s very good. By “very good”, what I mean is “it’s making me think”.
Some of what follows will almost certainly be blinding obvious. I’m thinking, and frankly, there’s not a lot of functioning grey matter in here to do that with. I need to start with the obvious, or I just go round in lots of little circles.
Post-punk, the internet, art movements, politics and enfranchisement
“Well, you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me.”
The lyric is from The Dropkick Murphys’ “The Dirty Glass”. There are days when I really feel that it could describe my relationship with creativity. That it could very easily be whatever passes for my “muse” talking to me.
[This is really quite long, and is basically self-indulgent/important introspection and self-examination. Although to give myself due credit, I’m not actually whining about anything – it’s not something I remotely need to whine about, just figure out a bit better. Skip it if you’re busy, or not remotely interested in listening to me work through a few thoughts on my relationship with creativity.]
FAO: zoo_music_girl (and other interested parties)
The weekend and beyond
Firstly: Anything exciting happening this weekend? Make me an offer…
Secondly: Plans for things in the rest of the month, so I don’t forget.
21st: Contemplating the SEOne third birthday do. Have a nagging feeling that I’ve already said I’ll do something on the 21st, though. Anyone care to remind me what?
27th: Shakespeare, with gothbabe et al.
29th: Alabama 3, with kookymojito. Turns out they’ve got MacGowan and The Popes supporting, which is ace.