And the heavens open...
Jun. 17th, 2003 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadnanjust as I was pootling off home.
So I shall waste my time and yours with musings ... oh, hang on, it's stopped. So I shan't. Good thing too, I was about to get all serious.
(Basically, I was going to rant about how the 21st century is the 19th revisited, only with a whacking backbeat put on, and with public life and civilisation in general having become a matter of style over substance. You know the deal, most of you have heard me on it before, fill in the blanks for yourselves...)
The "next Pullman" thing I referred to earlier is Across the Nightingale Floor, Lian Hearn; and the other thing was Shadowmancer by G.P. Taylor. Whether either of them are actually good remains to be seen. And, after months, and I do mean that quite literally, Blackwells have finally tracked down a copy of Stephen Marlowe's Death and Life of Miguel de Cervantes (novel, despite the title) which I love and am desparate to check is as good as I remember, so without more ado (what is ado anyway?), I'm off in the interval between thunderstorms...
...(and he exits the library just as the heavens open once more and a wall of water descends. Probably).
So I shall waste my time and yours with musings ... oh, hang on, it's stopped. So I shan't. Good thing too, I was about to get all serious.
(Basically, I was going to rant about how the 21st century is the 19th revisited, only with a whacking backbeat put on, and with public life and civilisation in general having become a matter of style over substance. You know the deal, most of you have heard me on it before, fill in the blanks for yourselves...)
The "next Pullman" thing I referred to earlier is Across the Nightingale Floor, Lian Hearn; and the other thing was Shadowmancer by G.P. Taylor. Whether either of them are actually good remains to be seen. And, after months, and I do mean that quite literally, Blackwells have finally tracked down a copy of Stephen Marlowe's Death and Life of Miguel de Cervantes (novel, despite the title) which I love and am desparate to check is as good as I remember, so without more ado (what is ado anyway?), I'm off in the interval between thunderstorms...
...(and he exits the library just as the heavens open once more and a wall of water descends. Probably).
