Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Conjuring


The Conjuring was a movie that I had wanted to see when it came out, but never really ha the time for. Yesterday Salinger suggested we go watch it and I was glad we did. We finally saw a good scary movie in a theatre. The premise of this movie a “true story” is about renowned demonologists, Lorainne and Ed Warren who have encountered a family with some nasty ass spirits. The family in question is a big family of seven the mother and father  and five girls. They move into this spacious house in Rhode Island and settle in until they figure that there are some malevolent things hiding their. The family asks the help of these demonologists and so the Warrens go ahead and check the house and find that there is definitely something wrong. Now I won’t spill the beans but I will say that whether or not this movie was based on truth or not it made for good entertainment. I was pleased with being sufficiently rattled and scared. Unlike some other exorcist movies this one was actually pretty good. One thing I have to say is I love it when in the theatre you hear people echoing your own thoughts “Don’t go down there, don’t do it, oh shit she went!”. It was kind of funny and after deciding not to pay for scary movies in theatres I have decided to maybe renew this belief. However I will not be watching Insidious 2. More on that later when I do my Fall Previews.

Mirror, Mirror


Mirror Mirror by Gergory Maguire:
 

 

Mirror, Mirror is a retelling of the Snow White fairytale and the author had set in the early 1500’s and the wicked witch is none other than Lucrezia Borgia. Needless to say it should have been pretty fricking awesome. Alas it wasn’t, it was kind of boring and hard to follow. The dwarves are the hardest thing for me to understand, first their a part of nature, then they begin to morph into humans and, well it gets tiresome to really comprehend where he wants to go with this. As per the story Bianca aka Snow White has no mother and she is the apple of her father’s eye. However he is under the control of the Borgia’s, I mean in those days who wasn’t, and he leaves Bianca in her care, yes crazy selfish Lucrezia Borgia. He is on a quest to find the branch of the tree of life, which if you ask me is dispersed too quickly.

Bitch Please!

This book was so far from what Wicked was that I just can’t comprehend how he got this published in the first place. It is extremely hard to follow whenever the dwarves come and when he writes in seven different voices it with no apparent difference. I was bored throughout the whole story, Bianca is asleep the bulk of the novel and the only interesting part is when Cesare tries to take Bianca and Lucrezia rescues her and then in turn tries to kill her. I don’t know if it was because I read it just after “The Swan Thieves” a work that tells its story through many voices and still manages to be coherent or that the language and logic in “Mirror, Mirror” is lacking in depth. Maybe its that he tried to tie many things together and they just didn’t work. Whatever the case it was pretty lame and I got through mostly because I had already started it and because once I start a book I pretty much have to finish it. I don’t recommend this.

 

The Swan Thieves


The Swan Thieves
 

 

The Swan thieves by Elizabeth Kostova’s second book and it didn’t disappoint. Although it didn’t move me and engulf me like her first novel “The Historian” did, I must say I liked this book a lot. The book revolves around the obsessive and wonderfully gifted genius painter Robert Oliver. He is brilliant and his work is extremely impressive so why is this man in the care of Andre Marlow? A renowned psychiatrist known for having the ability to make even stones talk. Oliver has gone to a museum and nearly destroyed a beautiful painting of Leda and the Swan by Gilbert Thomas. Why would a painter do that? That is how the book begins with Marlow only going on the first words and only words of Robert “I did it for her?”. But who is she? She is Beatrice de Clerval a female painter of the early Impressionism period, little known but clearly a genius with a brush. He paints her as if from memory in many forms. She is his secret muse. Oliver loves her but his love is for the long dead. So it is up to Dr. Marlow to go through Oliver’s history to his past life with his wife, his lover, and then to find out the life of the face perpetually staring from the easel of Robert Oliver.

Bitch Please!

So here’s the thing, the mystery of wanting to find out who this woman was kind of what kept me going into the story in the first couple of pages. I quickly found out that I REALLY didn’t like the main character. To me he seemed to, patronizing and careful. He talks all weird and, and this is weird for me to admit, I could never visualize him as real person. Usually with a book your characters, if they are well written, haunt you and you wish with all your soul that somehow they were real. Like for me it would be Lestat de Lioncourt from Anne Rice’s “Vampire Chronicles”. When I was thirteen after reading “The Vampire Lestat ” for the first time, I longed to see him floating outside my window with that ironic smile and golden hair, befriending me like Louis, Marius and Gretchen the nun (although nothing sexual) or David perhaps (later I made this association when I read “the tale of the Body Thief”). I wanted him to tell me his life story not read it thru through Rice’s voice. It sounds silly but that’s what good writers are supposed to do, make their characters so real you want to be a part of their world. I could go on with books, series that have engulfed me into their fantasy worlds and their characters that mesmerizing and imperfect have beguiled me. That being said, Kostova has failed with her main character to be able to, at least with me, to make that connection. Marlow is just that: a character. He really never comes to life like Oliver, Mary, Kate and especially Beatrice de Clerval. I believe her failing is that Kostova made her main character a man and he sounds like a woman, or more like a woman wrote him. There is nothing manly about him, more of like projections of what a man is supposed to be like. Despite this however I enjoyed the book, it was about 600 pages and it was a bit tedious what with all the painting descriptions and the unceasing descriptions of woods and nature that my inner city girl can’t appreciate fully. I wish that Robert Oliver was real and that I could see his collection of Beatrice de Clerval. That is primordial that you, dear reader, understand she makes you want those images to be real. I googled the image that Robert had supposedly ravaged and no it wasn’t a real painter and yes there it was Leda but I do have to say that the Leda in the painting and Leda in the description are two different things but I’ll let you figure out the differences if you decide to read this book. The story is mesmerizing and sometimes you wonder why some parts are necessary but it is all essential. In the end it all comes together falling into place neatly and clearly just there. Like the Historian the real fun is in trying to fit into place the story you get in pieces and painstakingly through letters. But is in the reveal you get the reward.
 

Man Up!


Man Up! by Ross Matthews:


Firstly let me introduce the author of this book, who doesn’t know it but is my gay soulmate, Ross Matthews. Maybe some of you know him from his work at Jay Leno as the uber cool correspondent or as a regular round table guest on Chelsea Lately. Sometimes he’ll actually host the show too! Or you might know him as the better half of the radio show “he said/ he said” Josh and Ross! Which by the way is super funny. You might read his blog “Hello Ross” or then again you might have read his book “Man up!” . I am guilty of being a fan since I saw him on Chelsea  about 5 years ago. He popped out on the round table and him and his little lady voice made my head spin. If you are not acquainted the photo will maybe help. I was anticipating his book for a really long time. And I was so not disappointed. I rarely read something that isn’t fiction unless it’s a biography. My favorite type of biography is a funny one. I’ve read all of the Chelsea Handler ones (My Horizontal Life, Hello Vodka are you there? It’s me Chelsea., Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang, and the latest Lies that Chelsea Handler told me.) I’ve also read the bore fest “you’ll never blue ball in this town again” by Heather McDonald and the  quite depressing (good but super sad) “Life as I blow it” by Sarah Colonna. What Ross has that these two ladies don’t is honestly his gayness.

Bitch Please:

I was amazed that while reading this book I could imagine him reading it to me in his angelic lady like voice. And him pointing certain things out with his index finger the way he does on the round table. Everything about this book was funny, his obsession with Gwenyth Paltrow and the entertainment industry (which I share as well) his love of girls toys when he was a little boy, his run ins with homophobia, his love of tiny dogs and of course his brushes with fame. Now I cannot deny that he is my favorite Red Carpet correspondent and I so wish that one day he would interview me, (I need to hurry up and write a book, star in a movie or record a solo album). The book made me laugh a lot. It also made me think that my dreams can come true. He is leading my path to becoming… whatever it is I decide I want to become. I know at my age I should have that figured out already. I highly recommend everyone read this book as a pick me up or something to lighten the heavy load of literature. 

The Memory Keepers Daughter


The Memory Keepers Daughter by Kim Edwards :
 
 
 

This one comes with a story. About three weeks ago Salinger and I were on our way back from shopping in weho. On a previous trip I had noticed a library by Pan Pacific Park, for you Angelenos ya’ know what I'm talking about. I was obsessed with the universal movie marathon my sister and I had been watching and here was a chance to rummage through the possible hidden gems of this library. We parked and entered a book sale. To me that’s like saying to a heroin addict, “Free Heroin”. My little heart started racing and my fingers started fluttering, oh the joy of a book sale! I quickly loaded my self with books and settled with six, here they are listed in order of remembrance ; Mirror Mirror, The Swan Theives, The Tale of the Body Thief, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Memory Keepers Daughter and Snow Flower and the Secret Fan.” I had already read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and The Tale of the Body Thief so I don’t have to read those. As for the rest well I have already read two!  Out of the four anyway and considering I got them the same week as I got Affliction and In Cold Blood, well let me just say that its pretty impressive.

So that’s how I cam to have this book in my hands. I had heard about it from different sources, the library catalog had this on recommendation and so did some of the other literary websites I have visited. When I read the back I knew immediately I wanted to read it, it was compelling and even though I decided to read the Lisa See book first I kept drifting to the other. Finally after I finished “Snow Flower and the Secret Fan” “In cold blood” and “Affliction” I finally read ‘The Memory Keepers Daughter’. The story starts on a winter’s day in 1964 in which Dr. David Henry delievers his own twins. The boy is healthy and essentially perfect while the surprise child shows the symptoms of having Down Syndromes disease. So he does something so fucked up, he gives his baby daughter to his nurse Caroline Gill and tells her to give her away to an institution. As the years go by Dr. Henry’s wife Norah is slowly growing away from her husband, inwardly pushing him away for not loving or acknowledging the existence of their lost daughter. Paul his son who loves his father also begins to grow away from his father angry and rejected, because he can not rise to his father’s expectations. Meanwhile Caroline keeps the baby runs away and raises the child as her own. Understanding that she will have to fight hard and fight many battles for her daughter to be seen as worthy to attend school and live a semi normal life. Dr. Henry receives a camera from his wife called a “Memory Keeper” and he becomes obsessed with his camera and the parallel universe between nature and the human body. The family that should be perfect, they have everything, money, success, they travel and have many luxuries others do not and still they are miserable. The secret of their Daughter weighing heavily upon David’s shoulders and his guilt takes his toll.

Bitch Please:

I really liked this book and that’s saying something because I could not stand for one minute the name of the Dr’s wife. Norah! God almighty is there a name for a woman so annoying. Norah is so stupid! And it sounds awful when u say it like ‘nugh’ just gross. But I guess it suits the character who is as shit brained as her name suggest. Possibly the #1 annoying character in the book I cant stand her. She is the perfect Susie Homemaker who just could never get over losing her baby girl, which I kind of understand, I mean she lost a child but fuck she just drags that shit for twenty years! I mean the first five were fine but the other 15 were like a lot. I know he should have told her the truth but then we wouldn’t have a story now would we. Paul is a little douchebag like his mother who can’t appreciate shit and even though David made a mistake he always tried to shoulder the brunt of the mistakes and he bore it in stride. I read this book in a day, the language is beautiful and the story is very moving. My one complaint is that their isn’t enough of Phoebe and Caroline Gill and way to much of Norah Henry (that soul sucking slut bag of a bitch). I would recommend this to everyone. The very idea behind David’s photography collection is one I wish was actually real.

 

 

In Cold Blood

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote:



This  was the only non-fiction/ non-biographical book I think I have ever read. I just don’t like non-fiction, it makes me slow and I get bored almost immediately. However for some reason, (actually in all honesty it’s probably because I had just seen Sinister and the main character is like a modern Capote except family oriented.)I wanted to read this book. I had actually loved his ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ and his obsession with my girl Marilyn Monroe made me want to read anything of his further. This in mind I went to the library and checked it out, it took me about a week to finish this book, it being only 367 pages I should have finished it a lot sooner. But like I said, non-fiction makes me slow. It was written with a fiction like story, reconstructing the lives and the last days of the Clutters and the trip the killers Hickcock and Smith planned and excuted but by the 290 mark it was all newspaper articles and quotation marks and I was done with it but sheer will forced me to finish it. The story revolves around the murder of four members of the Clutter who were killed, in you guessed it, Cold Blood. The reason for the murder was never known and if it hadn’t been for one cell mate a Mr. Floyd Wells then no one would have ever made the connection. I don’t know if it was the longevity of it or the fact that it all took place in a sleepy agricultural town like Kansas (yawn) that made it so boring. I mean the killers were dumb and unorganized and had really annoying self esteem issues. The only thing I felt was just sorry for the Clutters who were nice outstanding people and didn’t deserve any of that shit.

Bitch Please:

The book actually wasn’t all that bad and im sure I would have liked it better if the killers had been more sinister. However that being said I don’t think id ever read this if I had known how slow it would be or how tedious and boring it would end up. Don’t read this unless you have to, I mean watch the movie, watch Sinister. Its just not worth the effort, it’s long and you can already guess how it ends.

Affliction



Affliction by Laruell K. Hamilton
 This is the twenty something book in the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series. Ok here’s the thing I honestly love this series. I love how bad ass anita is and even though through the years she has waned a lot in her convictions since book six but I still like her loads. I love her supporting characters her myriad of lovers especially Jean-Claude and Nathaniel. I don’t always love the writing. I don’t always love the defensive stance Anita always takes whenever she goes to the cop station in whatever state Vampire politics or Zombie armies take her. I hate that she always makes it several chapters of “I’m still the scariest bitch in town and even though you think your tough because you’re a man, you’ll never be the biggest BITCH and im the all powerful necromancer. Sex goddess.” If she gave this speech maybe Hamilton could shorten the chapters. That being said, I have toiled through these books since I laid eyes on the twelfth book ‘Cerulean Sins’ and then started from book one and never looked back. Now you may ask whats been the downfall of the series and believe it or not its : SEX. The series started with everyone else having sex but Anita. Then she started having sex somewhere in book four but it still wasn’t that bad because she (Hamilton) was a newbie and therefore apprehensive on the subject of sex in her novels, however as Anita’s appetite grew so did Hamilton’s. In book six she finally gave in to Jean Claude’s advances. After six long fucking years they have sex. I wish that was the end of it almost immediately she is having sex with a whole bunch of people, Richard and .. ok honestly Ive forgotten most of them let me think about this: Jason (werewolf) Micah, Nathaniel (wereleopards) Nicky(werelion), Damien (vampire), Asher, Requiem, Wicked, Truth, (vampires) there was Cookie Monster (but she killed him) oh and Mephistophiles although I have forgotten what he is already. Honestly you know that’s quite a full bed and she has been collecting lovers for quite sometime but this is why sex makes a series a downfall. As an avid reader I start forgetting names and sex details because they happen as often as every other chapter eliminating and robbing time from what I am really after, VIOLENCE! After all I came to love the bad ass chick who wasn’t all powerful and who battled monsters at her human pace and still won. This chick with her powers coming from her vagina and killing monsters left to right easily is not my cup of tea. This is why after book fifteen ‘The Harlequin’ I was less enthused to keep going but I did, year after year I checked out the new books from the library and year after year I kept getting disappointed. The last two books Flirt and Bullet were pathetic attempts to keep the franchise going. Then she goes off and kills her number #1 nemesis. Call me crazy but that’s highly anti-climactic. Now who the fuck is she gonna beat up on? So excuse me for sounding all jaded when ‘Affliction’ plopped into my lap and I was skeptical about the quality of it. However I was happily appeased. The book was not terrible and not full of sex, in fact this one was downright romantic, a little to romantic for my tastes but nice change of pace. I’m sad that it took her too fucking long to fix the fuck out of the necromancer,  I mean Hamilton killed seven people while she figured out when the timing was right for Anita to kill the Marmee Noir human vessel (think Harry Potter as a horcrux). I mean I figured right as soon as she said rampaging zombies the thing to do was for Anita to raise an Army of the undead. Nothing about it was special except that it was a throwback to old Anita and I take it as a sign she is going to start writing more violence and less sex. My advice? Read it if you’ve read more than half the series, don’t bother if your still on book ten and under.. read until book ‘Incubus Dreams’ and send in your cease and desist letters.