Ah, that is helpful. So they can come in spools or long coils and be cut as needed? That seems weird (and not mentioned in the book, but I guess he thought everyone would know).View attachment 429276
Koto string.
Ah, that is helpful. So they can come in spools or long coils and be cut as needed? That seems weird (and not mentioned in the book, but I guess he thought everyone would know).View attachment 429276
Koto string.
I am also reading it right now (thx to @Whizbang Dustyboots ) and this part got my blood boiling. The unfairness and helplesness felt real. I am right before the finale starts I think (Patricia just left... the attic), and I hope some of these husbands meet their end. I am definitely emotionally invested now - which took a bit time. The writing style felt oddly distanced for most part of the novel and I was a bit unsure what to expect, especially pacing-wise. Multiple times I thought - "oh, now the action starts" only for the author to stop the tempo again to a halt.Read The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Vampires by Grady Hendrix, as recommended by this thread. It was great, delightful in places, horrible in others. The husbands’ collective betrayal halfway through the book was probably my favourite bit, it made me exclaim out loud (“Of course you did, you complete pieces of sh*t,”) which I almost never do when reading.
The way it covers actually quite a long period of time (five years or so?) with occasional long breaks is quite realistic in a certain sort of way. The vampire isn’t a one-month terror, he infiltrates an entire community and gains their trust without cheating (as in, without any obvious mind control powers) and that would take time, including at last a long fallow period where everyone just gets used to him.I am also reading it right now (thx to @Whizbang Dustyboots ) and this part got my blood boiling. The unfairness and helplesness felt real. I am right before the finale starts I think (Patricia just left... the attic), and I hope some of these husbands meet their end. I am definitely emotionally invested now - which took a bit time. The writing style felt oddly distanced for most part of the novel and I was a bit unsure what to expect, especially pacing-wise. Multiple times I thought - "oh, now the action starts" only for the author to stop the tempo again to a halt.
Many reviewers compare it to King, especially to Salems Lot - which interestingly enough I also started reading in Octobre but have paused for now. But I think the similarities are only superficial. Kings character work feels much stronger and his horror also gets more under my skin. Hendrix rarely gets a spook out of me, although the events happening are gruesome. Not sure why exactly.
I haven't read The Southern Book Club's Guide to Vampires, but based on the other Hendrix I've read, the difference might be that Hendrix often seems to be laughing at his characters, mocking them; King almost never does this, especially his mains.Many reviewers compare it to King, especially to Salems Lot - which interestingly enough I also started reading in Octobre but have paused for now. But I think the similarities are only superficial. Kings character work feels much stronger and his horror also gets more under my skin. Hendrix rarely gets a spook out of me, although the events happening are gruesome. Not sure why exactly.
The Pollandore’s massive detonation of possibility and different sunlight sweeps outwards across the continent from its epicentre on Chazia’s train. It roars like an exploding shock wave through the certainty of things, gathering momentum as it goes, and the world of history unfolding stumbles, brought up suddenly smack against the truth of human dream and desire. In the trenches of the war and the bitterness of drab town streets the air is suddenly, briefly, rich with the smell of rain on broken earth; another voice is heard, not in the ears but in the blood, and for the brief unsustainable duration of the moment of the Pollandore’s passing, nothing, nothing anywhere dies at all.
Mirgorod, war city.
Elena Cornelius survived alone. Elena’s Mirgorod was zero city, thrown back a thousand years, order and meaning and all the small daily habits of use and illusion scorched and blasted away, the concepts themselves eradicated. Money wasn’t money any more when it had no value and there was nothing to buy. Food was what you found or stole. Clothing against the cold and the night lay around free for the taking on the unburied corpses of the dead. Homes weren’t security, shelter and belonging: they were broken buildings, burned and burst open to the elements, the intimate objects of interior domestic life scattered on the streets. Apartments were boxes to shut yourself in and wait for the bomb blasts, the fires, the starvation.
She kept moving, ate scraps scavenged from bombed buildings, drank water from rooftop pools and melted snow. She risked being shot for a looter, which she was, and she hid from the conscripters. She existed day by day in the timeless zero city, alien, unrooted, a sentience apart, belonging to nothing. Herself alone.
Yes I liked that aspect, how evil slowly enters a community, corrupting it. Works as a metaphor on many levels and the novel is not subtle about it. But I was more speaking about the dramatic pacing. Some of the scares and action in the beginning of the movie felt like entering a final phase - but than it didn't happen. I would've enjoyed the evidence of his evil to be more subtle in the beginning and not the main character being an eye witness so early in the novel.The way it covers actually quite a long period of time (five years or so?) with occasional long breaks is quite realistic in a certain sort of way. The vampire isn’t a one-month terror, he infiltrates an entire community and gains their trust without cheating (as in, without any obvious mind control powers) and that would take time, including at last a long fallow period where everyone just gets used to him.
Hmm... In this book he doesn't seem quite mocking them, at least not the main character. But the characters feel satirical and exxagerated, maybe its that.but based on the other Hendrix I've read, the difference might be that Hendrix often seems to be laughing at his characters, mocking them; King almost never does this, especially his mains.