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Good/Bad, Triplicate
Oct. 3rd, 2009 10:38 pmGood: Both "Mrs Margery Lovett, Her Book" and "Sown From Salt" received honorable mentions from Ellen Datlow in Best Horror of the Year #1 (Nightshade Books). I'm happy about both, obviously, but will also note that since writing "Sown From Salt" sort of kicked my 3:10 to Yuma obsession setting from fic over to ficTION, thus eventually spawning A Book of Tongues, it now holds a very special place in my heart/history.
Bad: Though Mighty Unclean received a review in Rue Morgue's Hallowe'en issue, the person writing it thought my contributions were "heavy and verbose" (aside from the one I wrote ten years ago); she also seems to be implying my style is better suited to poetry than prose, which is...interesting, considering how long I've been doing the latter vs. how long I've been doing the former, and the relative accolades I've received in either camp. But whatever.
Good: The recent staight-to-DVD adaptation of Clive Barker's Book of Blood is pretty much everything I ever hoped it would be--stark, sexy, moody, nasty. The central character of Mary Florescu, in particular, as played by Sophie Ward, is a very interesting study indeed; an older woman, powerful and sexual yet damaged, a hoper who wants to be a believer, and becomes a monster once that belief is finally proven. Like a modern-day oracle, she seems subservient only to the power she channels, and the fact that she isn't actually channeling it through her own flesh doesn't come off as hypocritical at all; she probably would do it herself, if the ghosts decided that was her penance to pay (but because she never mocked them, it's just not). "The stories go on. They bleed and bleed", indeed.
Bad: It's not that Superman/Batman: Public Enemies has nothing to recommend it, exactly--give me Kevin Conroy as the Bat-voice, plus Clancy Brown as Lex Luthor, and I'm always happy on some level. But it's unwieldy and explanatory, overstuffed with characters who barely get a few lines each, and if the thing you remember with the most pleasure afterwards is the creepy spectacle of Luthor coming onto Amanda Waller while all hopped up on liquid Kryptonite, yeah...maybe this is more a miss than a hit. (Though I really do love how CCH Pounder isn't having any, like: "HELL no, 'cause bald, cracked-out, cracker-ass mad scientists are NOT my thing, thank you! And I don't give a damn if you're President, either--I may work here, but I didn't vote for you!")
Good: My period finally started.
Bad: My period finally started.
Bad: Though Mighty Unclean received a review in Rue Morgue's Hallowe'en issue, the person writing it thought my contributions were "heavy and verbose" (aside from the one I wrote ten years ago); she also seems to be implying my style is better suited to poetry than prose, which is...interesting, considering how long I've been doing the latter vs. how long I've been doing the former, and the relative accolades I've received in either camp. But whatever.
Good: The recent staight-to-DVD adaptation of Clive Barker's Book of Blood is pretty much everything I ever hoped it would be--stark, sexy, moody, nasty. The central character of Mary Florescu, in particular, as played by Sophie Ward, is a very interesting study indeed; an older woman, powerful and sexual yet damaged, a hoper who wants to be a believer, and becomes a monster once that belief is finally proven. Like a modern-day oracle, she seems subservient only to the power she channels, and the fact that she isn't actually channeling it through her own flesh doesn't come off as hypocritical at all; she probably would do it herself, if the ghosts decided that was her penance to pay (but because she never mocked them, it's just not). "The stories go on. They bleed and bleed", indeed.
Bad: It's not that Superman/Batman: Public Enemies has nothing to recommend it, exactly--give me Kevin Conroy as the Bat-voice, plus Clancy Brown as Lex Luthor, and I'm always happy on some level. But it's unwieldy and explanatory, overstuffed with characters who barely get a few lines each, and if the thing you remember with the most pleasure afterwards is the creepy spectacle of Luthor coming onto Amanda Waller while all hopped up on liquid Kryptonite, yeah...maybe this is more a miss than a hit. (Though I really do love how CCH Pounder isn't having any, like: "HELL no, 'cause bald, cracked-out, cracker-ass mad scientists are NOT my thing, thank you! And I don't give a damn if you're President, either--I may work here, but I didn't vote for you!")
Good: My period finally started.
Bad: My period finally started.
