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Embarrassed could be the word for what Dimov felt when Frank demanded him, “What the fuck did you say to Alex? He’s gone!” Alex apparently had left Richard’s house without tell the supposed boyfriend. Dimov colored in his seat, blinked over the dying dregs of a poker game. But Frank, cheeks pale, temples glistening, stared. Dimov donned him an old trickster fox waiting for the final twilight to eclipse its tired eyes. Diagnosed fragility had a way of rising surfs of aggression, and he said, a

Yeah this too. It's a toss up between the gay dies in the end or a corny love story. One of the main reasons I liked Man of My Life. that was rather intelligent. And there's another movie. I don't remember the name. I saw it on netflix. the movie is british. So a gay guy starts sleeping with the supposedly straight guy who's Irish I believe. They meet in some kind of new age explore-your-feelings class that meets at the house of a psychologist. the relationship breaks up in the end, but not in a melodramatic way. The movie was rather nice. The gay-dies-in-the-end movies is a matter of the cultural times. I don't think we'll seeing that sort of films anymore because the culture has moved on. However the corny love story movies, I dunno how long we'll keep seeing that. At first we just wanted movies that show gay people being normal and loving like everyone else. Since that is less of an issue now, I think we'll be seeing more intelligent stories. But it's a toss up though. Complicated characters, realism, sad ending and such do not do so well with for bottom line in gay or straight films. Gay cinema is niche already as it is. Going for something more 'fancy' is perhaps risking too much.

Perhaps, but which industralised nation doesn't have a debt problem? Perhaps not as big or crazy or the America's, France, Britain and the light don't have overall budget surpluses. Big ones can afford not to pay it off because their gdp is large enough. While small countries like Greece implode. And even then it didn't matter for Greece because it got bailed out in the end.

Don't worry. We'll 100% tax all the rich people and we'll be saved! Anyway is the debt something we should worry about really? China still likes our bonds. No one important is acting like American debt is risky. The Dollar is still the reserve currency. And a few countries have defaulted and bounced back ok. I'm thinking Argentina here. Ok inflation. Poor people, middle class people will pay dearly in terms of the erosion of their purchasing power, but hell we'll all be fine. Right? I think it'd make a great thriller novel, what happens when the dollar is no longer the reserve currency ...

I saw the miniseries. I thought it was ok, perhaps too quiet. But the book is slow, not rousing until the very end when shit hits the fan. The miniseries is faithful to the book in that respect. Compared to the Swimming Pool Library, the Line of Beauty is a lot less sexed. Not that his sex scenes are bad. They are actually rather nice to read, not crass, a bit of purple in style.

One of my favorite authors is Alan Hollinghurst, who won the booker prize for The Line of Beauty. His prose is what captivates me the most, lush and lyrical and beautiful. I was working my way through booker prize winners when I first came across The Line of Beauty. I didn't know what the plot was about when I opened it. I thought the first couple pages were boring. Just when I was going to put the book down, the MC puts out a gay personal ad in the paper. And bam I was hooked. Yeah ... I'm shallow like that. But the subject of this blog post is false epiphanies, which brings up his debut fiction released back in the 80's, The Swimming Pool Library. I just finished it a few days ago. The prose is exquisite as always. Well it is literary, there isn't much of a story. It just follows a rich guy in 80's london before the AIDS scare. He spends his days having random sex with strangers in parks, porno theatres, bathrooms etc. He keeps paramours with boys younger and poorer than him. When he isn't fucking, he goes to a exclusive swimming pool frequented by gay men and fantasizes about the next piece of ass. The one meaningful functional relationship in his life is the one he has with his best friend. He's lazy, conceited, shallow and extremely self-unaware. But he isn't malicious or wicked or a hard ass. He just doesn't care to lead a more meaningful life. IN between his fucking adventures, he is reading up on the diaries of a gay lord, for whom he's considering writing a biography. The diaries dates back to the 1920's when the lord worked in the Sudan. The old lord is another old dunderhead who is also just as sex-obsessed over his boy servants as the MC. While you can excuse the MC because he's young and desirable, the lord however is old and pitiable and just pathetic. You can already string the consequences. If the MC doesn't change his ways, he'll end up like the old lord. A few things happen in the book that cause him consternation, the most significant of which is his best friend being caught in some trouble. And in the last couple pages, the MC thinks about changing for the better. He actually thinks about it, dreams about leading a more meaningful life. Then he tries to secure the help the friend needs. The ploy fails, not because of his fault though. But the setback is enough for him to go stomping back to the swimming pool and drooling over a nice piece of ass. And the book ends. Now will MC follow up on the ploy? Who knows. But I have faith he will or the friend will really be screwed. But will the MC change his freewheeling ways? Probably not. Basically, Hollinghurst employs a false epiphany technique. Bring the MC feel change, but when the MC actually tries to act it, it fails for some reason or another. Chekhov is a matter of this technique in his short stories. A false epiphany is extremely realistic. Think about the times in your life, you wanted to do something, but you didn't follow through. And you know, Hollinghurst's MC changing and discovering the power of love and sacrifice would have been trite and silly. It wouldn't have made much real sense. But then again, the story doesn't leave me satisfied, depressed really.

Yes when it comes down to children. Mormon town is very different from The Haight. Parents have a basic right to vote through their school board representatives on what gets admitted into school libraries. It's just a matter of majority rule on a local level. I see these things as a matter of degree. We won't be crying banned books over Fifty Shades of Grey, which no self-respecting school library would allow on the shelf. On these other books, parents disagree and get to vote their opinon, that's all. And any a ten-year-old in America, even in Mormon Country USA, can walk down to their local public library to get any of these so-called banned books. So yeah ...

I'll be the party pooper here and say I don't see the fuss. We need to have a sense of perspective here. School libraries have to make a determination of what to keep and what to exclude from their libraries. These issues are voted on by the school boards. The school boards are elected in by the local community. Obviously what sort of books they deem ok for children to read will largely be determined by the community standards of decency. Parents have the right to determine their children can read, and they have to right to vote through the school boards what library should have. These banned books aren't out of reach for the student. They can borrow it from the public libraries. these books can be bought for pennies from used book stores or from freaking Amazon. I prefer to keep my outrage for places where real censorship kills. People still get their lives disrupted, or thrown in prison for the innocuous novels they write.

I have no problem with his use of multiple adjectives either. I was just making fun of it b/c they are writing rule nazis out there who would tell you to strip two adjectives to one, three is anathema. Actually if I was going to be critical of the sentence, I had more trouble with its repetitive ideas and contradictory images. But it seems to be a stream of consciousness kind of sentence, so the repetition and the contradiction can be forgiven. Like I said, despite the nine adjectives, I like his writing style. But there was enough eye-rolling content to make me bristle. As for his literary acclaim and all what not, well I'm an aspiring writer, so I have to pay close critical attention to what I read. Because I'm always on the lookout for techniques to imitate, and techniques to avoid. Therefore if I find something that turns me on or off in hallowed books, I will make note of them.

From A Single Man by Chris Ischerwood One adjective hahaha. Two adjectives hahaha. Three hahaha, four, five, six, seven, (Work it Chris!), eight, nine adjectives hahaha. **Cue lightening and thunder** Sesame Street anybody? On a minor thought, the book is ok reading, if you don't mind literary fiction. I prefer the movie version then again the movie version is very different from the book. For one the MC in the movie is a lot nicer than the MC in the book. While the MC in the book does have a lot deal with, I found myself rolling my eyes at him a lot. Especially his epiphany moment didn't move me in the slightest. In fact, I found it rather trite. Anyway I like the writing style. I can read through crap as long as you write pretty.

The crazy fish wins flawless victory!

I liked the French Movie, Man in his Life. typical french movies. Strange scenes, and it doesn't help that the story is told nonlinearly, like in Momento. No sex. Don't like Brokeback Mountain. Melodramatic and a little disturbing. There's Kiss of the Spider Woman. with Raul Julia and WIlliam Hurt. Old-fashioned movie, sad ending. but the good story.

Wow thanks for commenting. Every bit of encouragement helps. I was wondering for a while if the story was too cerebral, but it seems I shouldn't worry too much about that. I'll contact you about beta reading.

I don't think worrying about inbreeding is that reasonable. The chances of your inbred kid bearing another inbred kid is miniscule. Frankly for all the worries about inbreeding, I'd worry more about the increased risk of bearing a child with down's syndrome or one with severe autism due to bearing children too late in life. More concerned with psychological issues involved in close sibling incest personally.

The first iteration of Luke's character in Love and Go was something of a sarcastic, couldn't-care-less character mucking about in a garden of hurt. Fun guy really. If you're interested in reading an unedited version of Love and Go with hardass Luke, ask me. It's probably a better rendition but there was issues with motivation and the like. And I thought I was getting too comfortable writing the same sort of characters, and then I read The Defense by Nabokov which portrayed a disturbed chess player. And so I came up with a fucked-up Luke. I hope not fucked in a way that's off-putting, but fucked up in an interesting way. He's mess of things. He's gentle, naive. He aims to please. But at the same time, he's apathetic and can be very unyielding. It's a challenge keeping his actions monotone and maintaining a constant tension about him. Can't say I've succeeded because readers so far complain about his lack of emotion. Unfortunately becoming more emotional isn't part of his character arc. In some sense he's the impact character. He doesn't change, which drives Hao completely crazy towards the end, triggering devastating events. But Luke does have an arc, that of finding personal salvation. It's Hao's challenge to get over himself, ignore Luke's strange manners, and help Luke save himself before it's too late. Whether Hao succeeds or not is still an open question.

Here lies Zebedee Yamilla, a particle physicist of intrepid renown. Her cosmic love for Attaboy Jack, reviled collector of nipples and noses, proved her end in this cold, cold ground. Valiantly she sought to prove his innocence, insanity by reason of neutrino-compactified neurons she said. But the many-bodied sneers of the physicist legate derided, and the hours amongst water-cerenkov detectors scintillated no light. Alas her spirit became renormalized in despair. Nothing revealed of wily neutrinos or dimpled neurons, Just her love spiraling the infinite world lines of sorrow. Then on that fuligin day of his sentencing, she cried, his freedom or her death by starvation! Now here she lies, our dear Zebedee Yamilla.

I'm counting on you to write the next Walt Whitman/Oscar Wilde slash fiction.

This is cute, perhaps too cute, but cute and lovely all the same.

I think writing reviews should count more towards reputations. We want to reward good behavior.

So great!

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Dear sir, my irony bitchslaps your irony.

parental incest is no-go for me, even if they are all adults, that's just abuse. I don't mind cousin/cousin sex. I don't quite see the taboo Yeah, I dunno about sibling incest. The problem is that since the siblings are close already, the sex takes on a very weird psychological component, that just doesn't feel healthy to me. Co-dependency issues come up a lot. Especially with twincest ... There's a strong possibility that the twins are so wrapped up in each other, that they are ill-equipped to deal with others and so become co-dependent on each other, and the sex is another expression of their weird issues. Also sex can be such a destructive force on familial bonds, that I just can't feel cavalier about it. The problem is the fictional treatment tends to gloss it over, and tsay, it's just 'love' like any other love. Or fixate on the taboo aspect of it. But I feel like a lot of things have to be in place before siblings can begin to maintain a sexual relationship. It isn't just 'love'. In real life, I don't care to enough to condemn it. What consenting adults do is their own business, but I just don't see the allure of it. But incest erotica has a large readership, which means to some degree a lot of people fantasize about it privately.

The club was unlike the club at the Cheese and Mints Café. It was open ten hours a day everyday in a strip mall. On the wall hung a sign, ‘no gambling and no smoking’. The Saturday crowd was full of smoke and money piled next to Go stone bowls. This was the club for strong players, those who relished unvarnished aggression, those who could face the bellicosity of beady-eye Asian men with their own patented brand of belligerence. Hao pushed Luke ahead into the babel of Korean slurs. Hao palme

Ok, while I strenuously object to any US-led military action in Syria ***you only need to look at the clusterfuck of Egypt , Libya, Mali to see why*** I find Putin's op-ed in the NY times highly ironic, given Russia's a country that's very backward on gay rights, backward on free speech rights, and, consider the fact that Putin wouldn't so much as allow dissenters a full page spread in the Pravda. Oh look, a museum in Moscow was raided by the police for its 'political art' for depicting Obama and Putin in the nude http://www.iol.co.za/news/back-page/obama-putin-penis-painting-confiscated-1.1573170#.Uiz2FCTD85s See the art here in the full glory. NSFW. http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1335824/thumbs/o-WRESTLING-570.jpg Now that's hilarious. America may not be exceptional, but it is something.