Wednesday, April 30, 2014
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.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Lonely Thomas!
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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!
