February 23rd, 2004


My shelves are now groaning under the added weight of...

...The Outer Reaches, an anthology edited by August Derleth in which Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Fritz Leiber, Clark Ashton Smith, Theodore Sturgeon, and five (I think) other writers I can't be arsed to look up right now introduce what was then their favorite piece of work (hardcover w/DJ, $15); and Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl, one of the beloved children's author's more *ahem* mature works (hardcover w/DJ, $10).

And continuing the literary trend of the weekend, I finally got around to watching The Pillow Book last night. I think I'll have to watch it again, on DVD, to appreciate it better — a full-screen video borrowed from a public library just can't do a film like this justice. Initial reactions: striking imagery — even above and beyond the Full Ewan, often enough by itself — but I wished the plot had been fleshed out (oh dear, inadvertent pun) better; I would've liked to learn what gave the publisher his power over the protagonist's father, for example. (Perhaps the hapless writer just had the Worst Agent Ever?) Also, did the Ugly American have to be that friggin' ugly?