Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Sharpen the shears!

Or he (Thomas Henson) can claim he is named for Tom Cruise .. .right. Tom. Even worse. On the bright side, the actor was in short pants and sandals already when Thomas was born. At least then he is younger than his famous namesake from Hollywood. In life there are occasionally, very occasionally, small mercies. Of course, he can act the long or short pants off Cruise- he does so every time the bastard next door waves at him across that bloody perfect hedge. What is that poem by Frost about walls and neighbours? The man is spot on. Should hark to that, laughing bastard. But, hell, every leaf is in sync with the cosmos ... the idiot would love that. What a farce.

Hobbit: Life Lessons

Blowsabella and Timmynoggy

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Lonely Thomas!

Thomas lives in the last cottage before farmland rules, with woods out back, and only the laughing bastard is his neighbour. No one to his right, no one behind, no one across the way (farmland rules there too), but even this singular presence is too much for Thomas. It is not the fact that someone else lives nearby, but that nearby is far too close. There should be very clear and unbreakable rules regarding proximity, as far as Thomas is concerned. One should never smell what one’s neighbour brews up in the kitchen for dinner…particularly when one is on the brink of starvation. And one should never hear one’s neighbour laugh while he snips at his perfect hedge. It is an absolute affront to one’s sensibilities.

Book Review: Wrapture

I reviewed Poppet's Wrapture a while back, but haven't yet posted it here. Enjoy!

Note: Wrapture is for adult readers only.

I finished this and I was speechless, meaning I did not at first know what to write for this review. Usually I keep pen and paper handy to jot notes as I go, but not this time. No, no, you begin this and you keep on reading! Anything jotted is a distraction. Generally I compose my review directly after a read, when content is fresh, but not this time. This time I needed to step back and let it stew.

There are two concepts (for lack of a better term) in Wrapture. One is the erotic side (which is graphic, containing stuff I had never even imagined!), and the other is biblical content (which is so well employed it boggles the mind) – how does one marry the two? Ask the author, because this is a woven tale direct from the psyche of an imaginative writer! How, however, does one marry the two for the purposes of review? Now you get; that is why Wrapture needed to stew a while first!

The first thing I asked myself is this: how can a woman be so utterly thick as to follow a stranger from a bar … and expect romance and roses???

The last thing I asked myself is this: really, Kenan, that’s the solution? You deserve to burn. You all do.
This is well-written, employs images and quotes to head every chapter to visual and insightful effect, and is a read that titillates and terrifies. More than once I envisioned myself with a mighty flamethrower entering the tale to unleash unholy retribution upon the myopic men in this tale. They think they are so clever, but … (where’s that flamethrower???) …

Setting aside the shock factor and the graphic content (not that you can do so for long!), Wrapure is thought-provoking, well researched and a fast-paced read that will literally leave you breathless. I do however wish to smite every character in this tale … maybe burn them. This reader will be back to read the next Darkroom instalment!

Dream on

Valetudinarian and Keeve