Where in the World is the Rat?
By now you should have learned to know me, alternating periods of regularly updated blog for others to complete hiding. It works well without precise rules: there are hours, days or even weeks where I did not really want. But after all this is my Tana and here
"I do a little 'how the fuck I want" .
This does not mean that he continued to chew on: I read a couple of excellent books, one of which, Carver's Cathedral, has joined the elite of Venerable of my very limited library. Can I say it? Ok, I say: Cathedral is a masterpiece, and shame on you if you've ever read. I'm doing for the second time, slowly savoring each story.
I plan to dedicate a nice juicy article, but this time I do so seriously eh.
Then there 1974 by David Peace, the first chapter of the Red Riding Quartet, and here is so great, but a lot of stuff: that is, lately I have chosen well. Surely will complete the quartet, but not right away, I need to take a breath. Who has had the good fortune to read it knows what I'm talking about.
I've seen the first two episodes of The Walking Dead : very good the first, less inspired the second. All in all a product is above average: I'm going to shoot the entire first series, then we'll see.
the weekend then I stumbled into a strange 1998 film by Takashi Miike:
The Bird People in China is his name, and I must thank Simon for Cora
the good advice that you also raise , 25 my affectionate readers.
What else? The Neuromancer is always there lurking behind me, and sooner or later I'll have while deciding to devote a few lines of review. Or maybe not, and will always be the Godot of the Tana. Meanwhile, I read wildly, from a collection of short stories (Night Shift King) to another ( Portraits moonlight Jacobi) but it is always Carver attract my attention. I'll ask Santa Claus in Meridian.
