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[Jan. 24th, 2008|12:17 pm] |
Here is a possibly-rhetorical question for you. Which is worse: knowing that there is a problem but not what it is or how to solve it, or knowing both the specifics of and the solution to the problem but being unable to solve it?
...I randomly picked up a copy of the comic The Professor's Daughter recently and have been meaning to write a proper review of it for days, but at this point it's just too much effort. I will tell you, however, that it is a story of a young lady and an Egyptian mummy running around Victorian England, and there is murder and kidnapping and love and Queen Victoria getting thrown into the Thames. Most of the other reviews I read mentioned the humor, and it is very funny in a charming and madcap way--but it also has its moments of poignancy and occasional social criticism. Overall, a wonderful and beautifully drawn little story. (Plus it's written by Joann Sfar, who created the The Rabbi's Cat, which is a recommendation in itself.)
I should also show you a picture of the cover, so that League of Extraordinary Gentlemen fans will understand why my first thought on seeing it was, "A Mina Murray/Invisible Man romance? Blasphemy!"
Volume 8 of Godchild is on its way from Amazon and I think I'm excited about it, even though I spoiled myself for the ending by way of raws scans + text translations long ago, and in spite of the fact that [spoilery revelation!] will almost certainly make me spitting mad once again.
I'm actually immensely relieved that my ability to read didn't disappear when the gloom showed up this time. In fact, I think I'm reading too much--bouncing back and forth among Susannah Clarke and M.R. James and Terry Pratchett--and my chances at any sort of human contact are suffering because of it. But overall this is preferrable to the long stretch of time last year when I couldn't read anything. |
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