Knowledge is Absurd

Holy mother, I remembered to do a book breakdown for the remainder of February! Don't get your hopes up about March, though. That's a month of time passing in which I must remember to keep track of what the fuck I read.

Books

- Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk: Another just shut up and read it. I read it even knowing there was a plane crash in it. Can you believe it?

- Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk: Can't decide if it was better or worse than the movie. It certainly had some memorable parts the film left out. But you can't help hearing Edward Norton's voice while you're reading - especially if you're like me and your safety net during a really bad 30 hour acid trip was watching Fight Club over and over and over and over ad nauseum. I rate it at a Get the movie and the book.

- Waiting for Gertrude: A Graveyard Gothic by Bill Richardson: A lovely novel in which the famous corpses interred at Piere-Lachiase come back... as cats. Cats who are postmasters, cooks, and yoga instructors as well as dancers and actresses. It's an incredibly unusual tale that will be utterly lost on anyone not familliar with the works of Oscar Wilde, Edith Piaf, Chopin and more... not to mention the late, great Jim Morrison. I give it a Buy it if you're bright and well-cultured.

It's a short list this time but that was all for the last week and a half so eff off.

Movies:

The only flick I've seen recently (I've been on a Queer as Folk kick) is Constantine. All I have to say is this: I hate Keanu Reeves with a passion unrivialed (I even hate the Matrix) and I loved the movie. That's all that needs to be said.

This has been a public service provided by your wonderful Miss E.