Not Reading: Children of Hurin, J. R. R. Tolkien. It was just Too.
Reading:
Mississippi Sissy, Kevin Sessums. Pretty good. Probably, I should be reading it more slowly, to savor some good writing.
Real Simple magazine. I thought I'd gotten it out of my system, but I picked one up the other day and again find myself bending down corners with Great Tips!
The New Yorker, fiction issue.
Happy Summer Reading!
5 comments:
"Too"....?
cutesy?
cliche?
sexist?
trite?
self-important?
elitist?
beige?
Too . . . Tolkien.
Too many names, too many phrases like "son of" and "battle of."
Amen, sister. As much as I sometime feel like a blasphemer for saying things like that, I also find that I am completely incapable of reading much Tolkien as an adult. Is it really bad for a librarian to say that?
Tolkien's kinda like -- I dunno, ordering the dish with goat cheese every time, forgetting that I don't really like goat cheese that much. Or that I like it only in some dishes.
I Like The Hobbit and the Rings books fine, but all the extra bits at the end of the Rings, or The Silmarillion: no thanks, I'm full.
I think some people have even argued that the best book J.R.R. ever wrote was the Hobbit, which in all honest probably really is. A well encapsuled story without too much overbearing history or lineage, which the trilogy kind of gets into, among other diversions. Sure it's more complicated but does that necessarily mean better storytelling?
And Simarillion? Please, posthumous deadhorse writing. You know it took him over 10 years to write the Rings? I think it nearly broke him (mentally too).
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