The rapidly diminishing, if not completely exhausted, number of people coming here looking for my fool-head ejaculations1 regarding comics are probably wondering why I haven’t mentioned them in a long time.
Well, part of this is by design, but a lot of it is due to the fact that it’s been a pretty dry few weeks for me when it comes to comics. Last week there was nothing for me except the new Previews, so I didn’t pick it up. Week before that I grabbed two weeks’ worth of books, which consisted of:
- The Losers vol 3
- Rex Mundi vol 2
- Jack Staff #8
…and that’s it. That was two weeks of comics for me. This week, according to the Diamond list, I can expect a new issue of Fortean Times, a new volume of Hikaru No Go, and Super F***ers #1, so I’ll be heading up to grab those.
So in lieu of funnybooks, I’ve actually had time to read some “real” books. I finished the one I’d sorta been reading off and on, The Difference Engine by Doron Swade (the Dorons were always my favorite Star Trek aliens). It’s a two-part story, the first being the tale of Charles Babbage and his amazing, unbuilt, pre-computer computers, and the second part being the British Science Museum’s attempts to actually build one according to his plans. Not a bad read.
Becky had grabbed The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon from the library and tore through it. I then picked it up and finished it in about twelve hours. Not only was it a fairly easy read, it was extremely compelling. It’s the story of Christopher, a high-functioning autistic child who begins investigating the murder of a neighbor’s dog and winds up discovering a lot more. I really enjoyed it and it shamed me that last year I was reading that damned stupid Da Vinci Code crap instead of this.
Now I’ve started on another book that I’ve had for a while, Milorad Pavic’s Landscape Painted With Tea. I really enjoyed Pavic’s first novel, Dictionary of the Khazars, which was a tour-de-force of wild fantasy. Landscape has so far proven to be very similar. It’s written in a highly bizarre, yet poetic language, and you pretty much just have to accept every single thing written and let it go.
I did get two funnybooks — Adrien Tomine’s Summer Blonde and Greg Rucka’s Whiteout — from the library, and I need to read those before I have to return them, but for now I’m happy to give other parts of my brain some attention and stick with straight up prose for a bit.
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