talkstowolves: Books + tea, books + coffee, either way = bliss.  (reading is a simple pleasure)
I just finished reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston. Surprisingly for only the third time in my life, considering how much I love Hurston's writing and this story in particular.

Although I think this book contains some Truths, I must admit it's a woman's book. That and the fact that a lot of the book is in a specific dialect seems to be preventing my students (mostly male) from reading it and reading it well. Except for the smart girl. She's done just fine.

Sigh. Anyway, while I go off and make the final quiz, allow me to leave you with some of my favorite quotes from the book:

"Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.

Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly."

"So the beginning of this was a woman and she had come back from burying the dead. Not the dead of sick and ailing with friends at the pillow and the feet. She had come back from the sodden and the bloated; the sudden dead, their eyes flung wide open in judgment."

"Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches."

"She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage! She had been summoned to behold a revelation. Then Janie felt a pain remorseless sweet that left her limp and languid."

"There are years that ask questions and years that answer."

"She knew things that nobody had ever told her. For instance, the words of the trees and the wind. She often spoke to falling seeds and said, 'Ah hope you fall on soft ground' because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman."

"They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God."

"Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore."

"Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves."

"The light in her hand was like a spark of sun-stuff washing her face in fire."

"She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see."
talkstowolves: Books + tea, books + coffee, either way = bliss.  (reading is a simple pleasure)
I finished the second edit on Green Dream and mailed it out to all of my beta readers. (Thanks for taking the time to do this for me, guys!)

Andy and I found Cherry Chocolate Diet Dr. Pepper at the grocery store today. He bought one for us to try and it is truly awful. As I find [livejournal.com profile] cadhla's review to be quite accurate, I will simply quote it here:

Take a Tootsie Roll. Now, through methods currently unknown by modern science, turn it into a liquid. Not a viscous goo, like when you roll it between your fingers, but an actual liquid. Mix it, in equal proportions, with NyQuill. Pour the resulting mixture into a bottle of Diet Dr Pepper. Add a sprig of PURE UNFETTERED WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU PEOPLE THINKING ARE YOU ON GODDAMN CRACK OR SOMETHING?! and garnish with OH LORD IT'S IN MY MOUTH IT'S IN MY MOUTH I THINK MY TONSILS ARE MELTING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

In other news, the second bottle is being kept in case of alien attack.

If this won't kill the bastards, nothing will.


That is it exactly.

Besides editing my story and trying Cherry Chocolate Rain, the most I got done today was cracking open Tithe. It's rather more "adult" than I expected so far... interesting!

Now, to make sure that this post is more other people's words than my own, I will quote something [livejournal.com profile] matociquala posted today that I love. It's a perversion of the opening soliloquy of Trainspotting:

Choose a novel. Choose a title. Choose an epigraph. Choose a protagonist. Choose a fucking opening sentence. Choose supporting characters, pets, backstory, and electrical tin openers. Choose heartbreak, repetitive stress injuries, and a lack of health insurance. Choose mounting credit card debt. Choose starving in a garret. Choose writing sex scenes instead of dating. Choose a laptop with a flickering screen. Choose a three-book contract with a crushing deadline and fucking basket accounting. Choose dying alone and wondering who the hell you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that chair writing mind-numbing spirit-crushing hackwork, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the last of it, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up Hot New Things who will rise up from your ashes. Choose your future. Choose a novel.

...but first, you have to choose an epigraph.


Love it. Might have to icon it.

Speaking of icons, be sure to check out [livejournal.com profile] copperwise's latest icons (featuring quotes by Neil Gaiman, Charles de Lint, Terry Pratchett, and others) at this entry over at [livejournal.com profile] little_shinies. They're fantastic!
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So, Neil won the Hugo at WorldCon. (American Gods got it.) And he really didn't think he was going to win, so he had no speech prepared. And because he didn't have a speech prepared, the following ended up being part of his impromptu acceptance:

"There are three things I always wanted since I was fourteen: heat vision, the names of the twins who sat across from me on the bus at school, and later, as a writer, the Hugo."

He finished with: "Fuck, I got a Hugo."
And Tad Williams asked, "Wait, can he say heat vision?"

Ah, my beloved authors.
talkstowolves: I speak with wolves and other wicked creatures. (Default)
"You never learn how to write a novel," he said. "You just learn how to write the novel that you're writing."

Gene Wolfe to Neil Gaiman, quoted from Neil's essay, "All Books Have Genders," featured here.
talkstowolves: I speak with wolves and other wicked creatures. (Default)
Katauq's spirit traveled to a great meeting of bowhead whales. They gave him a parka to wear, and when he put it on, he was as one of them. Traveling with the whales as a whale, he learned their habits and their ways.

As spring came on, the whales informed him that they would be traveling along the coast. When they came to Point Hope, they would be met by whalers. He would notice that some of their umiaks [whaling boats] would be nice and light in appearance, and some dark, and dirty. If he wished to be caught by a whaler, then he should surface by one of the clean and light boats. These belonged to good people, respectful people. They shared their catch with the children who had no parents, with widows, and with the Elders. They were kind people, with good hearts. Their ice cellars were clean: good places for a whale to have its parka of meat and muktuk stored. The dark, dirty boats belonged to people who did not share their catch, and who were lazy. No whale wanted to give itself to these boats.

If Katauq were to go to the village as a whale, and give himself to the whalers, his spirit could not return to his human body. It could put on another whale parka, but it could never go back to the human. He could, however, fly back to Point Hope as an eider duck. Then his spirit could return to his body.

That's what he did: flew back as an eider duck. He told the people of his time with the whales, and let them know how the whales felt and how they respected respectful people.

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