Alice in the Cities - DVD - Wim Wenders
Concrete Island - JG Ballard
Valis - Philip K. Dick
+ Robert got me Inherent Vice by Thomas Pynchon as a Christmas gift.
i just can’t get over how beautiful and clean his writing is. His subject matter may not always be to my taste but the way he writes is stunning.
”..in the fall when the rains came the leaves all fell from the chestnut trees and the branches were bare and the trunks black with rain. The vineyards were thin and bare-branched too and all the country wet and brown and dead with the autumn.”
Today is a sad day.
Ray Bradbury had a completely unique imagination and he never seemed to look at the world with anything other than love and wonder, an outlook which he constantly shared through his writing. Fahrenheit 451 was my favourite book for a long time (and still remains one of my very favourites). It was the first book I felt truly captured by and I don’t think reading would be such an important part of my life today if I hadn’t read it. So for that and much more I will always be in debt to him. Thank you Ray.
Haven’t done a proper life post on here in a while so here it goes:
I’m feeling pretty good in general lately, can’t really complain about anything. College work is mounting up as I’m trying to push myself with my graded unit. I’m doing quite a personal project about my dad’s life and his upbringing as well as my relationship with him and I’m doing it on expired colour film. It’s fun but difficult, I’m just hoping I can match the results with what I have in my head.
Trying to stay in touch with people is difficult too, I want to be social but I don’t want to burn myself out so it’s a tricky balance. There are lots of people I’m missing right now. I’m looking forward to Nicole coming back to Glasgow soon though she won’t be here for long. I also hope the weather gets better again soon so that facksake and I can sit outside with beers.
I’ve been managing to read plenty lately so that’s a good thing; I’m currently about half way through The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and thoroughly enjoying it. As well as that I’m reading Cosmopolis by Don Delillo and recently finished Brighton Rock.
Feel like I’ve run out of stuff to talk about for now but I’ll add some stuff if it comes to me. Nice talking to you Tumblr.
This is what I’ve been reading lately. If I seem overly positive about everything it’s just that the quality of all four of these books happens to be very high.
Asimov - Foundation
I’d read some Asimov before and hold him in extremely high regard. He always manages to pull some magic out of what should be quite typical sci-fi stories, there’s so much depth to something which he makes look deceptively simple. I bought the foundation books a while ago and so far I’ve only read this one. The scope of it is quite staggering and difficult to come to terms with, it basically consists of interlocking stories set over hundreds of years which come together to show the unfolding story of the whole galaxy; I really can’t wait to read more.
Cave - The Death of Bunny Munro
I don’t really know what I expected from a Nick Cave novel. I suppose the lyricism and way with words was a given and the highly sexualsied narrative was to be quite expected. What I didn’t really see coming was how touching it would be. Underneath the harsh, disturbing surface there’s a real sad tenderness which sneaks up on you and catches you by surprise.
Hornby - High Fidelity
I’ll admit that I have quite a soft spot for High Fidelity so I completely expected to enjoy this book. I was suprised however by the fact that I preferred the Englishness of the novel to the americanised film. Really it’s just a superbly written account of how utterly stupid every one of us can be when it comes to love and our lives. It’s sad and it’s funny and in the end it’s more like life than almost any other novel I’ve read and to me that’s it’s charm.
Greene - The Tenth Man
This was my first experience reading anything by Graham Greene and I was really blown away. The edition I have opens with two fairly short screenplay ideas which are clever and funny and definitely intruiged me. These are followed by the novella itself which though it shares a lot with those screenplay sketches is written with so much more finesse and elegance. I was expecting something enjoyable and fairly light; what I got was one of the best pieces of short fiction I’ve ever read.
Today I went into Glasgow to shoot the last corporate image at the Glasgow Print Studio, that went alright. After that I met up with Ellie, had a wander around town then went for a frappuccino and headed to Byres Road for more wandering and browsing. We saw a couple of cats in Relics this time; very cute cats.
Stuff I bought;
Isaac Asimov - Foundation’s Edge £1
Graham Greene - The Tenth Man £5
Shepherd Mead - The Big Ball of Wax £1
John Updike - The Women Who Got Away £2
The other books are two old photography related books I picked up in Relics a little while ago; one was written in 1946 and is called My Way with the Miniature and is about 35mm photography.
The pocket watch was given to me by Pierre as he was getting rid of some of his stuff. It’s pretty cool, I need to check if it works.