Wednesday, January 30, 2002
And here it is, one a.m. again and I did not get to Blogger earlier when my head was clearer. Which means, though I'd wanted to pick up tonight where I left off last night, I probably shouldn't.
Contrivance. A dichotomy of "horror" fiction (and no, not that moldy old left bank/right bank stuff I used to espouse). Terror vs. fairy tales, except "vs." is exactly the wrong word, as these things do not exist in opposition, necessarily, but rather in conjunction. Matthew Lewis, on the one hand, and Ann Radcliffe, on the other. Don't worry, I'll get there eventually and this paragraph will then make slightly more "sense" than the ending of Threshold.
The functions of dark fantasy, which very much concern me, otherwise I would write about something else.
UPS brought me ~50 more copies of From Weird and Distant Shores today. Subterranean Press' generosity with comp. copies is seriously jeopardizing my closet space. Again, the book is finally available and you should do yourself a favor and snag a copy. You can order online, directly from Subterranean, or from Amazon, and probably from lots of other people as well. They should be showing up in bookstores any day now. Richard Kirk's gorgeous illustrations alone are worth the $40.
I gave a friend a copy of Jung's Synchronicity today.
I also ran out of Cafe du Monde and had to resort to Maxwell House 18whatever. So I only had one cup of coffee tonight.
Oh, and another friend (not the one I gave the Jung) saw a copy of The Sandman: Book of Dreams in a local grocery store, which we both thought was pretty strange.
And now I go to bed and start thinking about inevitable sleep.
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