• I was interested to note that my site received a hit from the Google search “his dark materials film lyra casting”. So I looked through the other results and found some news regarding the books. Apparently there is a film version in the works, but not much has been done other than the hiring of Tom Stoppard to work on a script (which sounds like a brilliant decision to me). Philip Pullman seems to have very little involvement in the project, and has stated his “take the money and run” attitude towards it on many occasions. I also found a great interview with him that took place right before The Amber Spyglass was published. The second half was fascinating to me, as Pullman explains why Lyra’s world is different and where he got certain ideas for the books. Interesting reading if you liked the series…


  • Happy birthday to Rodd, my sweet Snookums

    He turns 26 today! He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m taking him out for a super-fancy dinner tonight at Rockpool. (Shhh, it’s a surprise!) Oh, and I score 25 points, right, Bill? 🙂


  • That mention of River Phoenix on the PTWND (post that will not die) reminded me of a kickass Australian band I saw on TV last week called TISM. They were performing their song “(He’ll Never Be An) Old Man River”, the chorus of which is “I’m on the drug that killed River Phoenix.” Seriously. Some of their other songs include:

    • “Honk if You Love Fred Durst”
    • “X-Treme Sports Can Kiss My Arse”
    • “I Might Be a C*nt, But I’m Not a F*cking C*nt”
    • “All Homeboys Are Dickheads”
    • “Defecate on my Face”

    I mean, who wouldn’t want to listen to a band like that? Oh, did I mention it’s, like, nine guys all wearing leather hoods to hide their faces? The rumor is that they’re all schoolteachers and they prefer to remain anonymous. What are the best song titles you’ve ever heard? Any that struck you as really, really funny?


  • Good lord. Seriously, the Goonies post is the post that will not die. Every month or so another psycho wanders in via Google and gets all pissed off about something I wrote almost a year ago. This isn’t a Goonies site, people! Do you not understand the concept?


  • I don’t know if any other Australians are participating, but I just heard from my local bookshop that The Lovely Bones will be out here in August. That fits into our reading schedule perfectly! It’ll be $30 for the paperback. Not cheap, but definitely less than having it shipped from the States!


  • Do you have any experience with composting? Our back courtyard is filled with fallen leaves and I’d like to get rid of them in an earth-friendly way. Composting seems like a good idea, because I could use the end result on all our lovely flowers and plants out there. Unfortunately most of the resources I’ve found aren’t really geared towards an “urban” setting. The systems they describe are all too big or require too much maintenance. I’ve read some good things about “vermicomposting” though (using worms to munch everything up). But I have no idea where to even start. So again, anybody have any experience with this?


  • The Death of Spike
    Calm down, ladies. James Marsters is fine. I’m referring to Spike, the hot-shot Australian I.T. company that’s currently in liquidation. Apparently they’re selling off everything – and I mean everything! – via online auction. Schadenfreude AND a bargain! Get ’em while they’re hot! (Hmmm, a Power Mac G3 for $500 sounds pretty damn nice…)


  • Book Club

    The voting was helpful, but ultimately pointed out that the best way to do this is just to go through everybody’s recommendations in turn. As some of us have to specially order the books, I figure the sooner we set the list the better. Therefore I’m just gonna call it. We’ll be starting with Anne Tyler’s “Back When We Were Grownups” for August and then moving on to Alice Sebold’s “The Lovely Bones” for September. After that we’ll go through the rest of the list, probably just in order. I think we should shoot for, say, the 25th of each month to start our discussion. Then we won’t have too much book overlap. I’m going to be working on a new section of the site for us where you’ll be able to see the whole list, read the past discussions, and possibly even get additional links and information about the books. So stay tuned for that! But for now, get cracking on the Anne Tyler!

    (Also, it’s perfectly cool if you have to skip a month or you don’t want to read a particular book. This is just a social group and we’re not gonna kick you out or anything. It would be awesome though if people would try stuff they wouldn’t normally read. Even if you hate it, at least that’ll make for a more interesting discussion!)


  • Backlinks

    The minor slashdotting I’m receiving has demonstrated some flaws in my backlink system. I’m modifying it now so you may notice some weirdness. Once I get it ironed out, I’ll post an update for the GoddessBlog version.


  • Book Group selection

    Okay, it’s time to pick our first book! I’ve gone through the previous comments and made a list of all the books people seriously recommended. (Let me know if I missed any.) I’ve included a link to their respective Amazon pages as well as a small descriptive blurb. To vote, just leave a comment with your choice. Just pick one; we’ll get to the others eventually. (I know it’s hard. I want to read all of them now!) You can even post anonymously if you want. At the end of the weekend we’ll tally up and get started!

    “Back When We Were Grownups” by Anne Tyler
    The first sentence of Anne Tyler’s 15th novel sounds like something out of a fairy tale: “Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.” Alas, this discovery has less to do with magic than with a late-middle-age crisis, which is visited upon Rebecca Davitch in the opening pages of Back When We Were Grownups. At 53, this perpetually agreeable widow is “wide and soft and dimpled, with two short wings of dry, fair hair flaring almost horizontally from a center part.” Given her role as the matriarch of a large family–and the proprietress of a party-and-catering concern, the Open Arms–Rebecca is both personally and professionally inclined toward jollity. But at an engagement bash for one of her multiple stepdaughters, she finds herself questioning everything about her life: “How on earth did I get like this? How? How did I ever become this person who’s not really me?”

    “Coraline” by Neil Gaiman
    In Coraline’s family’s new flat are twenty-one windows and fourteen doors. Thirteen of the doors open and close. The fourteenth is locked, and on the other side is only a brick wall, until the day Coraline unlocks to the door to find a passage to another flat in another house just like her own. Only it’s different. At first, things seem marvelous in the other flat. The food is better. The toy box is filled with wind-up angels that flutter around the bedroom, books whose pictures writhe and crawl and shimmer, little dinosaur skulls that chatter their teeth. But there’s another mother, and another father, and they want Coraline to stay with them and be their little girl. They want to change her and never let her go. Other children are trapped there as well, lost souls behind the mirrors. Coraline is their only hope of rescue. She will have to fight with all her wits and all the tools she can find if she is to save the lost children, her ordinary life, and herself.

    “Great Apes” by Will Self
    Like Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis, Great Apes is a strange and twisted tale, a surreal satire on the human condition, and an omen for those who wander too far. After a long night of partying, Simon Dykes, a successful British painter, wakes up to find that his girlfriend has turned into a chimpanzee. In fact, the world Simon once knew has become a planet of apes. Convinced he is still human, Simon is confined to the emergency ward of a hospital and put under the care of Dr. Zack Busner, clinical psychologist, radical psychoanalyst, maverick drug researcher and media personality. Written with the glittering satiric edge that is Self’s hallmark, Great Apes is a hilarious, disturbing, and truly unforgettable novel.

    “Kushiel’s Dart” by Jacquieline Carey
    When Mary Magdalene wept over the dying Christ, her tears mixed with blood in the earth beneath him. From that soil the great earth mother formed Blessed Elua, the most beloved of angels, and from him and his band of eight angels descended the beautiful D’Angelines. Phedre, a D’Angeline, is trained in the exotic Night Court to be a courtesan of the highest order. As she learns before she is 10, she is marked by the angel Kushiel, one of Elua’s eight, whose path to ecstasy is one of pain and submission. Phedre leaves the Night Court to serve Anafiel Delauney. She becomes devoted to him, and he treats her like a favorite daughter, teaching her diplomacy, strategy, and the ability to recognize deeply layered patterns of intrigue. Because her beauty and sexual skills make her a coveted prize, her capabilities for observing and listening make her privy to some of the deadliest secrets whispered in her highborn clients’ bedrooms. Thus she lives out her destiny as Kushiel’s dart.

    “The Lovely Bones” by Alice Sebold
    On her way home from school on a snowy December day in 1973, 14-year-old Susie Salmon (“like the fish”) is lured into a makeshift underground den in a cornfield and brutally raped and murdered, the latest victim of a serial killer–the man she knew as her neighbor, Mr. Harvey. Alice Sebold’s haunting and heartbreaking debut novel, The Lovely Bones, unfolds from heaven, where “life is a perpetual yesterday” and where Susie narrates and keeps watch over her grieving family and friends, as well as her brazen killer and the sad detective working on her case. As Sebold fashions it, everyone has his or her own version of heaven. Susie’s resembles the athletic fields and landscape of a suburban high school: a heaven of her “simplest dreams,” where “there were no teachers…. We never had to go inside except for art class…. The boys did not pinch our backsides or tell us we smelled; our textbooks were Seventeen and Glamour and Vogue.”

    “Moon Palace” by Paul Auster
    Against the mythical dreamscape of America, Auster brilliantly weaves the bizarre narrative of Marco Stanley Fogg, an orphan searching for love, his father, and the key to the riddle of his origin and fate.

    “The Red Tent” by Anita Diamant
    The red tent is the place where women gathered during their cycles of birthing, menses, and even illness. Like the conversations and mysteries held within this feminine tent, this sweeping piece of fiction offers an insider’s look at the daily life of a biblical sorority of mothers and wives and their one and only daughter, Dinah. Told in the voice of Jacob’s daughter Dinah (who only received a glimpse of recognition in the Book of Genesis), we are privy to the fascinating feminine characters who bled within the red tent. In a confiding and poetic voice, Dinah whispers stories of her four mothers, Rachel, Leah, Zilpah, and Bilhah–all wives to Jacob, and each one embodying unique feminine traits. As she reveals these sensual and emotionally charged stories we learn of birthing miracles, slaves, artisans, household gods, and sisterhood secrets. Eventually Dinah delves into her own saga of betrayals, grief, and a call to midwifery.

    “The Things They Carried” by Tim O’Brien
    The Things They Carried depicts the men of Alpha Company: Jimmy Cross, Henry Dobbins, Rat Kiley, Mitchell Sanders, Norman Bowker, Kiowa, and of course, the character Tim O’Brien who has survived his tour in Vietnam to become a father and writer at the age of forty-three. They battle the enemy (or maybe more the idea of the enemy), and occasionally each other. In their relationships we see their isolation and loneliness, their rage and fear. They miss their families, their girlfriends and buddies; they miss the lives they left back home. Yet they find sympathy and kindness for strangers (the old man who leads them unscathed through the mine field, the girl who grieves while she dances), and love for each other, because in Vietnam they are the only family they have. We hear the voices of the men and build images upon their dialogue. The way they tell stories about others, we hear them telling stories about themselves.



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