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Jan. 4th, 2003 08:47 pmFinished A WIZARD ALONE. Started in on STEALING THE ELF-KING'S ROSES. I adore Diane Duane's work. She has the heart of the matter in her. It therefore seems ungrateful of me to continue to feel annoyed at minor aspects that are sloppy or simply not quite to my taste. I can seldom get rid of the little voice in the back of my head that wonders why she couldn't just go over that sentence again and keep the rhythm from stumbling; that realizes that if she uses "he'd" or "she'd" or "they'd" once more I'll probably scream, and that if she uses "go" as a verb of change again I'll sigh heavily. It bugs me half to death that the first names of Nita and Dairine's parents change between SO YOU WANT TO BE A WIZARD and the later books. It itches me that in the first book Nita is said never to have been afraid of the dark, and in one of the later ones is said always to have been scared of it.
So I finished A WIZARD ALONE and thought, wait a moment. She didn't do any of those things. And the prose! It doesn't just blossom from time to time. It's a garden at midsummer. Some of the flowers are dandelions or clover or shepherd's purse, but still. Wow, I thought, she's made a breakthrough. I started to read STEALING THE ELF-KING'S ROSES. I'll finish it, I'll reread it innumerable times, it is bound to make me cry, probably more than once, and laugh, also more than once. But the prose is Augustan, a nicely-planned structure for June, now half obliterated by weeds. Weird.
I really liked A WIZARD ALONE. Unfortunately, now I feel I should like to read all the rest of them again, possibly skipping A WIZARD ABROAD because of the idiotic editing of American terms into British ones. No, I rather liked that one too after the second reading. I guess I'll just grit my teeth. Some people. So fussy.
I still wish I could do what she does. But with language added.
I should go do what I do, and soon. Meanwhile, I made a watery black bean soup and some insufficiently crunchy spicy potatoes for dinner yesterday and took today off. I had to go downtown and pick up my prescription, and I had managed to delay calling the refill in until it was too late to pick it up on Friday. I was out of that drug this morning, and overslept, so that all my drugs got taken at the wrong time. I feel okay now, but I felt very weird for a while. I've got to get off of this stuff. But I am not "dieting," no way nohow; nor am I very sanguine about messing any more with my sodium intake. More walking, that's the ticket.
I went to Target and got various things, dodging about twenty thousand arguing families and people with strollers. I bought a $6.99 toaster and am now wondering if it will set the house afire. Will look for the UL seal, as Raphael suggested.
I was starving by then and had had no coffee, and Starbuck's doesn't have soy milk, anyway; so I evilly went to Dayton's Marketplace and bought a tuna salad wrap sandwich and a bottle of Coke and took them along to Eric's. Toliman ate a small fragment of tuna, probably to be polite, and then stuck his entire pink nose right into the Coke bottle. Some people's cats.
Toliman is definitely annoyed with my peripatetic ways. If I am the only human around, then I am supposed to STAY around, dammit. I got him to turn another somersault, though. Eric will be home late on Monday, to the very great joy of both of us.
Raphael and I have reached the end of Season Five of "Buffy." Much more maddening than Diane Duane, because there is so much more not-right stuff, but the same feeling turned up to eleven. Yargh. (Diane Duane causes about a 0.5 occasionally spiking to maybe 2. In case anybody is keeping track.)
Papersky, don't read what follows!
David and Lydy are presently watching the extended-version DVD of THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING, having first ascertained that I did not, as the nominal owner, think it improper that they should watch it without me. I didn't feel up to it. I did, in the course of fetching an onion for my dinner, sit down with them and Fester and Cholmondeley and catch the scene just after the
Birthday Party where Gandalf comes back and catches Bilbo packing, and they have that magnificent conversation about the Ring. The DVD looks really, really good. I'm looking forward to watching it.
My cat is sitting on the back of my chair. When I get up he will subside onto the seat and sleep there for hours, unless rudely evicted by people who unreasonably want to write their novels now.
Pamela
So I finished A WIZARD ALONE and thought, wait a moment. She didn't do any of those things. And the prose! It doesn't just blossom from time to time. It's a garden at midsummer. Some of the flowers are dandelions or clover or shepherd's purse, but still. Wow, I thought, she's made a breakthrough. I started to read STEALING THE ELF-KING'S ROSES. I'll finish it, I'll reread it innumerable times, it is bound to make me cry, probably more than once, and laugh, also more than once. But the prose is Augustan, a nicely-planned structure for June, now half obliterated by weeds. Weird.
I really liked A WIZARD ALONE. Unfortunately, now I feel I should like to read all the rest of them again, possibly skipping A WIZARD ABROAD because of the idiotic editing of American terms into British ones. No, I rather liked that one too after the second reading. I guess I'll just grit my teeth. Some people. So fussy.
I still wish I could do what she does. But with language added.
I should go do what I do, and soon. Meanwhile, I made a watery black bean soup and some insufficiently crunchy spicy potatoes for dinner yesterday and took today off. I had to go downtown and pick up my prescription, and I had managed to delay calling the refill in until it was too late to pick it up on Friday. I was out of that drug this morning, and overslept, so that all my drugs got taken at the wrong time. I feel okay now, but I felt very weird for a while. I've got to get off of this stuff. But I am not "dieting," no way nohow; nor am I very sanguine about messing any more with my sodium intake. More walking, that's the ticket.
I went to Target and got various things, dodging about twenty thousand arguing families and people with strollers. I bought a $6.99 toaster and am now wondering if it will set the house afire. Will look for the UL seal, as Raphael suggested.
I was starving by then and had had no coffee, and Starbuck's doesn't have soy milk, anyway; so I evilly went to Dayton's Marketplace and bought a tuna salad wrap sandwich and a bottle of Coke and took them along to Eric's. Toliman ate a small fragment of tuna, probably to be polite, and then stuck his entire pink nose right into the Coke bottle. Some people's cats.
Toliman is definitely annoyed with my peripatetic ways. If I am the only human around, then I am supposed to STAY around, dammit. I got him to turn another somersault, though. Eric will be home late on Monday, to the very great joy of both of us.
Raphael and I have reached the end of Season Five of "Buffy." Much more maddening than Diane Duane, because there is so much more not-right stuff, but the same feeling turned up to eleven. Yargh. (Diane Duane causes about a 0.5 occasionally spiking to maybe 2. In case anybody is keeping track.)
Papersky, don't read what follows!
David and Lydy are presently watching the extended-version DVD of THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING, having first ascertained that I did not, as the nominal owner, think it improper that they should watch it without me. I didn't feel up to it. I did, in the course of fetching an onion for my dinner, sit down with them and Fester and Cholmondeley and catch the scene just after the
Birthday Party where Gandalf comes back and catches Bilbo packing, and they have that magnificent conversation about the Ring. The DVD looks really, really good. I'm looking forward to watching it.
My cat is sitting on the back of my chair. When I get up he will subside onto the seat and sleep there for hours, unless rudely evicted by people who unreasonably want to write their novels now.
Pamela
diane duane
Date: 2003-01-04 07:38 pm (UTC)i am deeply tempted to even read her star trek stuff, just because she wrote it. :)
i can turn my inner editor off by saying "look, this is just like school, we'll read it once for fun, and then once for the book report". by the time the re-reading comes around, he's forgotten that we already read it once. just sometimes he doesn't fall for it at all. continuity errors bother me a lot more, if i catch them.
Re: diane duane
Date: 2003-01-04 08:03 pm (UTC)I've not yet read _A Wizard Alone_, unless I'm confusing them, I think it was _Wizard's Dilemma_ that I bounced off, it seemed rather ho-hum, and likewise _Book of Night with Moon_, there was something about all those dinosaurs appearing to survive solely by eating each other that knocked a hole in the book for me. I liked _On Her Majesty's Wizardly Service_, though. I have recently reread _Deep Wizardry_, which I am very fond of, and _High Wizardry_, which is stunning - would that C.S, Lewis could have read it - but _A Wizard Abroad_ scrapes fingernails down the blackboard of my soul, it does just about everything wrong that Americans falling in love with Ireland can possibly do about life in Ireland.
Re: diane duane
Date: 2003-01-05 02:37 am (UTC)We seem to have this one in common. (And I've got it about watching Buffy as well.)
I am now almost afraid to read _A Wizard Abroad_, although I suppose it might make a useful cautionary tale in some fashions.
Re: diane duane
Date: 2003-01-05 01:55 pm (UTC)I think that as standalone books DEEP and HIGH WIZARDRY are the best. There is so much carried
forward once you get to A WIZARD ABROAD that I don't any longer feel that I'm seeing an entire story, even though of course there are plots that get resolved. So my jury is still out on those. I'm sorry to hear that she got Ireland wrong. I thought it might be okay, since she has lived there so long. I also thought Nita's viewpoint might be invoked as an excuse -- does that work for you?
Pamela
Re: diane duane
Date: 2003-01-05 02:53 pm (UTC)Re: diane duane
Date: 2003-01-06 01:47 pm (UTC)Pamela
Re: diane duane
Date: 2003-01-11 11:07 am (UTC)Re: diane duane
Date: 2003-01-05 01:49 pm (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-01-06 10:38 am (UTC)Re: diane duane
Date: 2003-01-11 08:09 am (UTC)Gotta pick up Stealing the Elf King's Roses.
Peg
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Date: 2003-01-06 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-04 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-04 09:31 pm (UTC)-Corinne
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Date: 2003-01-05 01:50 pm (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-01-04 09:52 pm (UTC)I am very pleased with Stealing the Elf-King's Roses, however.
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Date: 2003-01-05 01:52 pm (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-01-05 11:53 am (UTC)But I am more upset at the lacks of humanity in plots, I think. The type of books I will throw around (not that I've done it much) the room are those where the characters don't act within the boundaries they are created - such as normal children who don't ask 'why' or act oddly creative.
Diane Duane I've been reading - it seems - forever. I do wish he'd write the last Door into book. And that Wind from the South would be published in English!
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Date: 2003-01-05 02:58 pm (UTC)What's WIND FROM THE SOUTH?
Pamela
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Date: 2003-01-05 03:46 pm (UTC)A Wind from the South, Original fantasy novel, first publication in Germany (in translation) by Heyne Verlag, probably as DIE FOHN: summer of 2001.
I'd still like to see it.
Note, Door into Starlight the final book of the Five is due out in 2003 as part of the second volume of that series published by Meisha Merin. I'm sorry it didn't make it as a singleton.
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Date: 2003-01-06 01:50 pm (UTC)Pamela