one of those days i’m just going to click post on one of my posts before the doubt and panic sets in. before i’m thinking about how useless all thoughts are because i’m not the first to think and/or feel them and articulate them and i won’t even be the second, third or hundredth person to write it down. one of those days. but maybe today is not that day. either way, i’ll write this post. because i can, and the words are flowing. i’m listening to maggie rogers right now, by the way. maybe that plays a part. maybe not.
i want to write a book and i have written words for five, six, seven books before. but i have never finished one. haven’t been happy with anything yet. but i keep trying, little by little, word by word, i try again and again and again and again, over and over again. why? because i have something inside that i want to find and tell others. to understand myself and the world and meaning and feelings through language, literature, words. to create something. leave something behind. something true to myself.
and sometimes i read a book synopsis so weird and unique and perfectly flawed and human and crazy and over-the-top and that makes me stop and stare and pause and just take it in. that this is a thing that’s published. the wholeheartedly me of someone else was published. someone just went for it. someone wrote that. someone else liked it. and for a second, i’m inspired. every new weird/unique/crazy/surreal book idea that made it inspires me for a moment, and those moments stack upon each other and push me forward, come together to create temporary motivation. over and over again, until words become more words and one chapter becomes two.
Madison’s twin stepkids are moving in with her family and she wants Lillian to be their caretaker. However, there’s a catch: the twins spontaneously combust when they get agitated, flames igniting from their skin in a startling but beautiful way. Lillian is convinced Madison is pulling her leg, but it’s the truth. (Nothing to See Here – Kevin Wilson; a novel.)
i love the mundane magical mix of this plot. something so ordinary put together with something extraordinary, layered on top of each other to make a special cake. i mean, babysitter for kids with powers? i love the concept of emotional beings that can’t control their outburts yet having the power to physically manifest their anger. knowing that it’s not a matter of it happening, but about the when. because it’s children. and children feel deeply and they let it out. it’s so clever. i think that was a very smart choice.
Here, wolf-like girls are reformed by nuns; a family makes its living wrestling alligators in a theme park; and little girls sail away on crab shells. (St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves – Karen Russell; a short story collection.)
i think that’s why i like short stories. because they embrace the weird. they just don’t care. they take the mental pictures that come into your head and just go with it. make it happen. even if it’s crazy or too surreal. actually, especially if it’s crazy or too surreal. because that’s fun and that’s real and maybe weird things are more real than real things. or it’s easier to be real when you put it into a weird package. i especially like the first premise of wolf-like girls in combination with nuns. something i associate with feral and wild + something i associate with composed and focused thrown together to grow? change? learn from each other? i dunno but i’m intrigued.
Laid off from his job, Damián Lobo obsessively imagines himself as a celebrity being interviewed on TV. (…) he finds himself trapped inside a wardrobe and delivered to the seemingly idyllic home of a husband, wife, and their internet-addicted teenage daughter. There, he sneaks from the shadows to serve as an invisible butler, becoming deeply and disastrously involved with his unknowing host family. (From the Shadows – Juan José Millás; a novel.)
i like when something starts with something i would do and ends with something i would never do. it makes me imagine if maybe, because we share one characteristic or mannerism, we could share another. makes me second-guess. makes me imagine, dig deep. analyze myself. this reminds me of so many other things. the truman show. the invisible man. black mirror. big brother. all in one. genre-breaking literature always interests me. to create situations in which reality and fantasy are confused with each other, how the mind plays tricks, the deeply unsettling act of something disturbing becoming normal the longer it goes on. it’s fascinating and scary.
So when an unassuming Manhattan bassist named Will Dando awakens from a dream one morning with 108 predictions about the future in his head, he rapidly finds himself the most powerful man in the world. (The Oracle Year – Charles Soule; a novel.)
i love how specific this one is. 108 predictions about the future. Not never-ending, not all-knowing. just 108 futuristic thoughts. especially because the blurb goes on to mention how the book deals with the power that comes with it, the repercussions of something like this happening in our capitalist society and how marketable predicting the future would be in our (digital) world. talking about happenings we could be/are facing while using fantastical elements. i like it.
Dane was a reliable guitarist until he got addicted to ants. (…) On a date with lead singer, Serena, they witness a gruesome incident. Waking up in the hospital, Dane realizes Serena’s missing. Going to the police only gets him a felony for possession of ants. (…) Investigating familiar watering holes (while stopping for one or two drinks) leads him to an underground criminal organization. Is it a coincidence that a feline fatale attempts to recruit him for the mob? (…) (Undertones – L.S. Popovich; a novel.)
what even is this. i really don’t know. the main character is addicted to eating ants. there is an underground criminal organization. and a feline fatale? it’s weird, okay. it’s kinda magical realism/fabulism and detective story at the same time. with animals that do human things but are definitely animals? i think. not 100% sure but with some changes, this could be the sequel to zootopia or something. which makes this equal parts cool and hilarious.
Piranesi’s house is no ordinary building: its rooms are infinite, its corridors endless, its walls are lined with thousands upon thousands of statues, each one different from all the others. Within the labyrinth of halls an ocean is imprisoned; waves thunder up staircases, rooms are flooded in an instant. But Piranesi is not afraid; he understands the tides as he understands the pattern of the labyrinth itself. He lives to explore the house. (Piranesi – Susanna Clarke; a novel.)
i love everything about this. i have not read susanna clarkes first book jonathan strange & mr. norrell but maybe i should if this is what her mind comes up with. i love the infinite room premise and the labyrinth of halls premise and the ocean inside of it premise and the possibly faun main character (the cover shows a faun so i’m guessing here) piranesi who lives to explore the house. i absolutely adore riddles and mystery and mythological creatures and thought experiments and this seems like THAT. normally i would say ‚i wish i would’ve written this‘ if something seems wonderfully perfect for me but in this case i’m more than happy to experience it.
A foley artist looking for the ultimate scream, and the hideous lengths she’ll go to in order to find it. (The Invention of Sound – Chuck Palahniuk; a novel.)
i’m a big fan of edvard munchs painting the scream and this matches quite well with that premise so i’m already sold and want to read it as soon as it comes out. i have not read and/or watched fight club and i have no desire to but this? this sounds like my jam. artist goes (+) on a crazy quest (+) and reaches social/personal limits in search for answers. also, like looking for the ultimate scream? what kind of weird but totally understandable goal is that?? i feel that.
In the early 20th Century, the United States government concocted a plan to import hippopotamuses into the marshlands of Louisiana to be bred and slaughtered as an alternative meat source. This is true. Other true things about hippos: they are savage, they are fast, and their jaws can snap a man in two. This was a terrible plan. Contained within this volume is an 1890s America that might have been: a bayou overrun by feral hippos and mercenary hippo wranglers from around the globe. (River of Teeth – Sarah Gailey; a novella.)
two words: feral hippos. that’s the tweet. lol. or not. i just love that it’s based on something that could’ve really happened. this book plays with an almost. aN ALMOST INVOLVING HIPPOS. a world where hippos are the most dangerous animals and enemy #1. like, what a treat. especially with that badass cover. like, sarah gailey could’ve taken any random true fact to write a story about and she chose this one. 11/10 approve
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