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Feb. 17th, 2004 09:55 pmV-Day with Svet was a lot of lazing around, dinner at Russell's, and then the sweetly romantic movie choice of Monster.
Heh.
Life is good, even though I feel like my feet are stuck in tar. There is more daylight and sunlight in general lately, which is helping things. When I walk out of my office and out to the elevator banks, I can look down this one huge long corridor and see the sun spilling in the bank of windows from the west. Outside, just a few minutes later, walking east, dusk has usually fallen, but the light still plays at about thirty per cent, casting blue over all. Tonight, the air was thick with exhaust and I could almost taste it on my tongue - the air is warm and the weather system is not cleared yet. There still seems to be this winter pall hanging heavy. Today I noticed that the sidewalks and streets are bare of most of the snow buildup from the last couple of months. The dirt and salt is begging to be washed away by rain.
I am currently losing myself in Nobody's Son, by Sean Stewart. It might be that I am just in the right frame of mind for a story and style like this (fairy tale/journey/quest/humorous), but his characterizations just leave me grinning to myself on the train. I smiled a lot during Galveston, too. Stewart's a writer who hits the sweet spots, consistently - he takes that most secret or vulnerable part of someone, and draws out the filament until it shines and you understand it in a way that you might not have before, as an innocent bystander to some flat prose somewhere. Surprisingly, I was not as enamored of Passion Play, but liked finding out more about the Diane Fletcher persona eked out during The Beast. The Diane of the book and the Diane of the game I suppose are technically two separate entities, but with the same sort of purpose/throughline that makes her so compelling. The writing just seemed awkward, somehow - I caught at least two instances of the descriptor, "heavy with guilt." Perhaps I don't have the religious background to recognize and appreciate all the structural nuances, though. That's entirely possible.
Heh.
Life is good, even though I feel like my feet are stuck in tar. There is more daylight and sunlight in general lately, which is helping things. When I walk out of my office and out to the elevator banks, I can look down this one huge long corridor and see the sun spilling in the bank of windows from the west. Outside, just a few minutes later, walking east, dusk has usually fallen, but the light still plays at about thirty per cent, casting blue over all. Tonight, the air was thick with exhaust and I could almost taste it on my tongue - the air is warm and the weather system is not cleared yet. There still seems to be this winter pall hanging heavy. Today I noticed that the sidewalks and streets are bare of most of the snow buildup from the last couple of months. The dirt and salt is begging to be washed away by rain.
I am currently losing myself in Nobody's Son, by Sean Stewart. It might be that I am just in the right frame of mind for a story and style like this (fairy tale/journey/quest/humorous), but his characterizations just leave me grinning to myself on the train. I smiled a lot during Galveston, too. Stewart's a writer who hits the sweet spots, consistently - he takes that most secret or vulnerable part of someone, and draws out the filament until it shines and you understand it in a way that you might not have before, as an innocent bystander to some flat prose somewhere. Surprisingly, I was not as enamored of Passion Play, but liked finding out more about the Diane Fletcher persona eked out during The Beast. The Diane of the book and the Diane of the game I suppose are technically two separate entities, but with the same sort of purpose/throughline that makes her so compelling. The writing just seemed awkward, somehow - I caught at least two instances of the descriptor, "heavy with guilt." Perhaps I don't have the religious background to recognize and appreciate all the structural nuances, though. That's entirely possible.
