bironic

Rather a lethargic couple of weeks on the whole, irritated by a nagging anxiety and restlessness that makes it impossible to just slump and relax. Though I was almost tempted to leave it all behind and accept my gas station attendant's latest invitation to accompany him on vacation to Turkey, I have instead been self-medicating with books and movies (and tonight, a trip to the ballet). Therefore you must make do with my adorable reviews instead of reading a Byronic travelogue of the Eastern lands. (Or a Bironic travelogue. Clearly it would have been brilliant.)

In the vein of "things read in an attempt to get backstory after seeing mystifying and/or unfinished film versions," we have Dean Koontz's Frankenstein: Prodigal Son and Enki Bilal's The Nikopol Trilogy.

( Dean Koontz's Frankenstein - A book by Dean Koontz which Dean Koontz wrote after Dean Koontz took Dean Koontz's name off Dean Koontz's film version. )

( 'Nikopol' - A wacky name for a wacky graphic novel. )

Saw "Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story" at our local indie theater last night. Good stuff. Have run out of steam, however, so it shall have to remain at that. Suffice it to say that our indie theater rocks, and will be showing "Sophie Scholl: The Final Days" and "Tsotsi" soon.

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And finally, ladyjaida of Shoebox Project fame posted an original piece of fiction today which I highly recommend you check out. If I'm not mistaken, she wrote it in a weekend. More evidence that we are witnessing the birth of a literary great.