In which I expound, quite redundantly, on the prodigious talent of Mr. Charles Dickens.
Somehow, I made it to 29 without having ever read a word of Dickens (just finished Nicholas Nickleby). It feels ridiculous to gush about a talent so thoroughly recognized but I can’t help it! The man is mind-meltingly good. I’ve gone from tears to laughter in the space of a paragraph, which isn’t hard to do, I laugh and cry quite easily – but Dickens manages to keep the sadness he’s just described fresh in your mind and then make it amusing without diminishing it’s poignancy.
Spook Country is on deck now and its not fairing well in comparison. I like Gibson’s tech heavy multi-culti aesthetic and his wasabi mashed potato comfort plots but I think his characters are getting a bit aggressively something. Like everyone has too many /’s in their descriptions – afro-chinese-cuban/midget/ninja/hacker/conceptual artist. Anyway, I’ll report back when I’m finished.
Hi Katherine,
I read your blog. I was wondering if you might want to be one of the first people to read mine and tell me how you feel. I’m a writer…well…getting back into it.
Sorry if I’ve bothered you, but I’m eager to have a small audience. it motivates me a bit.
What do you say?
Regards,
James
By the way I have no idea how this Bblog thing works.
I’d be happy to take a look. inmediares07.wordpress.com?
