ShivaLove wrote:
I love both of these books:

Oh but you have to tell me why. I need a bit of a description.

Eric Haywood wrote:


Scottish heroin addicts.  'Nuff said. 

I loved the movie, so I decided to read the book...as good as the film version was, I loved the book even more.  Reading the book gave me a greater appreciation of the film, and the next time I watched the film, it ended up giving me a greater appreciation of the book.

I have been wanting to read this for YEARS. Thank you for the reminder.

Eric Haywood wrote:


Scottish heroin addicts.  'Nuff said. 

I loved the movie, so I decided to read the book...as good as the film version was, I loved the book even more.  Reading the book gave me a greater appreciation of the film, and the next time I watched the film, it ended up giving me a greater appreciation of the book.

Aww, yer full of shite, ya wee cahnt!!

Any writer that swears phonetically has got to be worth checking out--I loved it!

Model Sarah wrote:

Oh but you have to tell me why. I need a bit of a description.

I liked "Crazy Cock" much better than "Tropic of Cancer," even though Miller is known for "Tropic." Since this book (and all of Miller's work) was written before the mass corporate-ization of the publishing industry, before corporate editors began to mutilate books, Miller's long-winded descriptions and verbose writing style is intact. It's a chewy book for people who like language.

"Last Exit" has a rawer, less-polished, structure than Selby's more well-known work, "Requiem for a Dream." His voice, however, is still distinct and lush. His characters are gays, transvestites, drug-addicts, battered spouses, rape victims - people who do not
fit into the mainstream. He exposes the humanity, fears, failures and joys of these groups of people, people who are often discarded and stereotyped in literature and/or movies.

Eric Haywood wrote:

Have you read "Filth"? It's good. Different than Trainspotting.

ShivaLove wrote:
I liked "Crazy Cock" much better than "Tropic of Cancer," even though Miller is known for "Tropic." Since this book (and all of Miller's work) was written before the mass corporate-ization of the publishing industry, before corporate editors began to mutilate books, Miller's long-winded descriptions and verbose writing style is intact. It's a chewy book for people who like language.

"Last Exit" has a rawer, less-polished, structure than Selby's more well-known work, "Requiem for a Dream." His voice, however, is still distinct and lush. His characters are gays, transvestites, drug-addicts, battered spouses, rape victims - people who do not
fit into the mainstream. He exposes the humanity, fears, failures and joys of these groups of people, people who are often discarded and stereotyped in literature and/or movies.

Yeah you mentioned Requiem for a Dream and everything kinda came together as far as titles.

Definitely worth checking out.... not even that but something i'd probably love.

Guideon wrote:


Essential reading for life on MM.

Is that a good book?

It was given to me years ago, I've never opened it. 

ShivaLove wrote:
Jannette Winterson, "The Passion"

Jeanette Winterson has the most lovely language. I adore her.

PhotoSportNW wrote:
Is that a good book?

It was given to me years ago, I've never opened it. 

haha

Jessa in Chicago wrote:

Jeanette Winterson has the most lovely language. I adore her.

She's apparently a lesbian-separatist, who threw a student interviewer out of her home once, because the girl was hetero.

ShivaLove wrote:

Have you read "Filth"? It's good. Different than Trainspotting.

I haven't, but I'll check it out.  Thanks!

Gene Kane wrote:

I read this whole book in one afternoon. It was like brain-crack.

ShivaLove wrote:

I read this whole book in one afternoon. It was like brain-crack.

is that different than standard crack?

'Now you will speak,' Aglie said. 'You will speak, and you will join the great game. If you remain silent, you are lost. If you speak, you will share in the victory....this night you and I and all of us are in Hod, the Sefirah of splendor, majesty, and glory; Hod, which governs ritual and ceremonial magic; Hod, the moment when the curtain of eternity is parted. I have dreamed of this moment for centuries. You will speak, and you will join the only ones who will be entitled, after your revelation, to declare themselves Masters of the World. Humble yourself, and you will be exalted. You will speak because I order you to speak, and my words efficiunt quod figurant!'
    And Belbo, now invincible, said, 'Ma gavte la nata...'

'Listen, Jacopo, I thought of a good one: Urban Planning for Gypsies.'
'Great,' Belbo said admiringly. 'I have one, too: Aztec Equitation.'
'Excellent. But would that go with Potio-section or the Anynata?'
'We'll have to see.' Belbo said. He rummaged in his drawer and took out some sheets of paper. 'Potio-section...' He looked at me, saw my bewilderment. 'Potio-section, as everybody knows, is the art of slicing soup. No, no,' he said to Diotallevi. 'It's not a department, it's a subject, like Mechanical Avunculogratulation or Pylocatabasis. They all fall under the heading of Tetrapyloctomy.'
'What's tetra...?'
'The art of splitting a hair four ways. Mechanical
Avunculogratulation, for example, is how to build machines for greeting uncles.'

I was roused by a listless exchange between a boy who wore glasses and a girl who unfortunately did not.

"It's Foucault's Pendulum.'' he was saying. "First tried out in a cellar in 1851, then shown at the Observatoire, and later under the dome of the Pantheon with a wire sixty-seven meters long and a sphere weighing twenty-eight kilos. Since 1855 it's been here, in a smaller version, hanging from that hole in the middle of the rib.''

"What does it do? Just hang there?''

"It proves the rotation of the earth. Since the point of suspension doesn't move...''

"Why doesn't it move?''

"Well, because a point...the central point, I mean, the one right in the middle of all the points you see...it's a geometric point; you can't see it because it has no dimension, and if something has no dimension, it can't move, not right or left, not up or down. So it doesn't rotate with the earth. You understand? It can't even rotate around itself. There is no `itself.' ''

"But the earth turns.''

"The earth turns, but the point doesn't. That's how it is. Just take my word for it.''

"I guess it's the Pendulum's business.''

Idiot. Above her head was the only stable place in the cosmos, the only refuge from the damnation of the panta rei, and she guessed it was the Pendulum's business, not hers. A moment later the couple went off -- he, trained on some textbook that had blunted his capacity for wonder, she, inert and insensitive to the thrill of the infinite, both oblivious of the awsomeness of their encounter -- their first and last encounter -- with the One, the Ein-Sof, the Ineffable. How could you fail to kneel down before this altar of certitude?

Guideon wrote:


Essential reading for life on MM.

+1. Such a good book. Really opened my eyes to life.

ShivaLove wrote:
Oh, I just thought of a few others:
The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brien - about the Vietnam War experience. It has the feel of a more mainstream style of fiction, but the actual structuring of the book is somewhat experimental. You don't know this, however, until you get to the end.

This is one of my favorites, also.

Sol Astrum wrote:

To this I MUST add:

Gene Kane wrote:
then moving on to this.

That is a wonderful book. I understand a movie based on it is coming out soon.

Collin J. Rae wrote:

To this I MUST add:

*giggles*

Imagine that! 

The Divine Emily Fine wrote:
and Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

I loved reading that book.  Funny thing is that they described the IPhone
in one of the chapters, though it was called something else.