(no subject)
Jan. 30th, 2006 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perevision"Part of the fun of orgasms is looking for 'em." Alanna, Technomancy
I was intending to write about the brilliant work of hilarity that is A Cock and Bull Story, but I got derailed.
One of the joys of bookstores is falling in love with books. Shopping online is more convenient and usually cheaper, but I don't think Amazon will ever capture that feeling of spontaneous delight in a book you take a chance on. It catches your eye; you trail your fingers over the pleasing matte texture of the cover and linger over the design, the font, the little dancing people on the spine. Then you open it, and after two sentences it is yours.
It's been a while since this happened, and it usually happens to me in Daunt Books, my utterly favourite bookshop ever. This one comes from Books Etc. which makes it even more of a pleasant surprise. It's by someone named Catherine Webb, who is only nineteen (damn her), and is called The Extraordinary and Unusual Adventures of Horatio Lyle.
"This is excellent news, lad! Well done."
"Thank you, sir."
"You ever think of being a detective?"
And Thomas thought of another world, foggy and vague round the edges, that he knew existed, but had never seen; and after all those hunts and all those dances and all those evenings sipping tea to the gentle patter of rain and polite conversation, he remembered sitting up in bed when everything else was asleep, and swearing that he would make a difference. "All the time, sir," he whispered.
Also, Umberto Eco has a new book On Literature which I am dying to read, but they didn't have it. Daunt Books does, but I seem to have already bought my book of the week. Ah well.
In conclusion, you don't need me to tell you to watch the Tristram Shandy movie. But if you've read any of Catherine Webb's other books, please let me know how they were.
I was intending to write about the brilliant work of hilarity that is A Cock and Bull Story, but I got derailed.
One of the joys of bookstores is falling in love with books. Shopping online is more convenient and usually cheaper, but I don't think Amazon will ever capture that feeling of spontaneous delight in a book you take a chance on. It catches your eye; you trail your fingers over the pleasing matte texture of the cover and linger over the design, the font, the little dancing people on the spine. Then you open it, and after two sentences it is yours.
It's been a while since this happened, and it usually happens to me in Daunt Books, my utterly favourite bookshop ever. This one comes from Books Etc. which makes it even more of a pleasant surprise. It's by someone named Catherine Webb, who is only nineteen (damn her), and is called The Extraordinary and Unusual Adventures of Horatio Lyle.
"This is excellent news, lad! Well done."
"Thank you, sir."
"You ever think of being a detective?"
And Thomas thought of another world, foggy and vague round the edges, that he knew existed, but had never seen; and after all those hunts and all those dances and all those evenings sipping tea to the gentle patter of rain and polite conversation, he remembered sitting up in bed when everything else was asleep, and swearing that he would make a difference. "All the time, sir," he whispered.
Also, Umberto Eco has a new book On Literature which I am dying to read, but they didn't have it. Daunt Books does, but I seem to have already bought my book of the week. Ah well.
In conclusion, you don't need me to tell you to watch the Tristram Shandy movie. But if you've read any of Catherine Webb's other books, please let me know how they were.
