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Fiiinally got around to buying a copy of Blankets. I’ve borrowed it numerous times from the library, and as odd as some bits of it may be, it’s still one of my favorites. Expect a few scans to pop up at some point or another. I’m also hoping to actually stick to reading more often.
I’m also trying to see if I can get into more of some of Gaiman’s stuff - all I’ve read from him so far was Good Omens with Terry Pratchett and a good chunks of things from the Sandman mythos. Watching the film adaptation of Coraline might count. Considering the diversity of what he’s written on in both genre and medium, along with what I’ve learned from him from his tumblr (also, if you go to his site, he’s got a few free stories on there), I think he’s a fantastic guy, and one of my goals is, aside from reading more from other writers, is to find more stuff by him and buy it if I like it. Particularly Sandman, but that might take a while.
One odd thing I noticed is that I’m more likely to appreciate an artist, be it musician, writer, filmmaker, magician, or anything else, if they choose not to limit themselves. This might very well be ironic, coming from a dilettante such as myself. I wouldn’t describe these people as polymaths or Renaissance Men/Women so readily - they are flexible within what they do, but the terms seem a bit…broad, I guess. Whichever the case, it’s not something everyone can do, which is why dilettantes exist, but I’m fascinated by those who do have that capability.
Just bought this not too long ago. I’ve only just started, but so far as I’ve read, I love it. It gives a hilariously casual perspective on the end of the world, not to some point of bashing religion, but more often than not just subverting what we’d expect of angels, demons, history, psychics, sudden audits, Best of Queen cassette tapes, and so on. What I find oddly eerie is the summary on the back, particularly the first bit:
The world will end on Saturday. Next Saturday. Just before dinner, according to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, the world’s only completely accurate book of prophecies written in 1655. The armies of Good and Evil are amassing and everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except that a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon are not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture. And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist.
So, more or less, anyone who’s read this would know how tomorrow goes. But if you don’t feel like reading this book to find out how the world ends tomorrow night, just look to Australia. Already Armageddon over there, if there is any, lol.
