I can't think why I gave my copies away or abandoned them or whatever, any more than I can figure out why I no longer have a copy of The Three Imposters. But I did and I don't. Details from them linger in the back of my mind, like bad dreams, and it was only recently that I figured out where those fragmentary memories came from. (If it's not Wolfe it's the Black Company, which was '85 on Brunswick.) Now the books have been rereleased in two volumes. With tiny eye-straining print that removes all pleasure from reading and, oddly, a lot of the flavour from the prose itself. So I shall continue to haunt the second hand bookstores, though Wolfe's books almost never show up in them. C'est dommage.
I can't think why I gave my copies away or abandoned them or whatever, any more than I can figure out why I no longer have a copy of The Three Imposters. But I did and I don't. Details from them linger in the back of my mind, like bad dreams, and it was only recently that I figured out where those fragmentary memories came from. (If it's not Wolfe it's the Black Company, which was '85 on Brunswick.) Now the books have been rereleased in two volumes. With tiny eye-straining print that removes all pleasure from reading and, oddly, a lot of the flavour from the prose itself. So I shall continue to haunt the second hand bookstores, though Wolfe's books almost never show up in them. C'est dommage.
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Stayed up to 2 last night reading an old semi-formatted Eroica fic from 1995. Left a bad taste in the mouth for Reasons, most of which had to do with…
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The cure for being earwormed by sea shanties is to be earwormed by Renaissance dance music, especially the ones with what I think (vague memories…
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Somewhere on ao3 is fanfic for Kipling's poem Tomlinson, in the same metre and rhyming scheme, which involves Satan/ St. Peter slash. Sorry,…
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