LOL funny post title. LOL
So, I recently finished reading The Glass Bees by Ernst Jünger. I gave it a top-notch rating and a somewhat lengthy review. I fully admit that it is not a book for all readers. Hence the huge element of subjectivity in rating and reviewing books. In fact, I actually do not know all that many people to whom I could recommend The Glass Bees.
The worst thing about the novel was that I finished it and then I was not reading any fiction. However, it left me with this amorphous funk situation wherein nothing I yanked off of the shelves seemed like anything I ever wanted to read. Every once in awhile this happens. I’ll read a novel and the experience of having read it lingers onward and strongly colors the feelings toward the next read. Oh, certainly, I could force myself to read anything. However, I don’t like to do that because I worry reading in such a manner will taint my review of that next book.
So, for days I wailed to my household that I had “nothing to read,” lamenting and playing Chopin etudes as loud as possible on the Sonos.
Finally, I decided I should just read another German offering. Something about those Germans…. This heavy, weird perspective that they have can be so tedious and hammering, but yet still so marvelous and lofty. Don’t get all wild that I am making generalizations. I’m speaking of this 1850s-1950s German zeitgeist. [See that?! LOL] Alternatively, maybe it is because I have been listening to Wagner-the-crazy-pants. Anyway, I pulled Thea von Harbou’s Metropolis from the shelf.
Yes, that Metropolis. And I am having a hard time separating the movie from the book. I want to watch the movie again now, right now! But I am really enjoying the book – even though it is a bit of a punishing read. I am on page 89 of 222. I must insist that there is nothing else I could have read after The Glass Bees but Metropolis.
In other news, a friend of a friend of a friend asked my household to look around for Executioner books. (People know I am a book hunter.) When I was advised of this request, I did indeed look around – on my bookshelves. So, I am willing to let this friend borrow some Executioner books. #1 – however many they wish.
Now, these are among the cream of the crop for pulpy adventure. How is it that I can go from The Glass Bees and Metropolis to talking about The Executioner? Anyway, I have become quite focused on my pulp collections of The Executioner, The Destroyer, The Saint, The Shadow, Fu Manchu. I even uploaded pics of my Edward S. Aarons’ Assignment series novels to my Flickr account.
Therefore, yesterday when I found The Executioner’s War Book I had to purchase it and it made me laugh and giggle and snort and chortle. What a juicy, crazy piece of pulpy goodness!!!
I also found David Brin’s Existence for $3 in that oversized mass market paperback size, slightly used. Now, you may remember way back on December 13, 2012 when I was complaining about the price of hardbacks. This novel was in that complaint list: the hardback price was $28. Now, I know, since then, may reviewers have critiqued this book and have not fallen in love with it. And this aggravates me – because I wait to get the novel on the cheap – and then I have to find out it sucks and what I was excited about isn’t anything good. Of course, you may argue well this process saves me money. Perhaps, but it does operate as a hope-crusher sometimes. I bought this novel yesterday for $3. I don’t care if it did not get rave reviews, I think I am still somewhat excited about it. But, let us be honest, it wont be at the top of the infinite to-read-list, either.
There’s all the news that’s fit (or-not) to post. Expect Metropolis review – if the Germans don’t slay me.