Just another manic Monday...
Jun. 23rd, 2008 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mistymasseyThe weather's moved off, but my head still hurts.
We discovered over the weekend that many of my foot and leg issues in the past few months (which I had blamed solely on the horrible floors at school) were also related to my beautiful-yet-utterly-uncomfortable captain's chair. So the Beetle and I ventured out of the house this morning to Office Depot, and I am now the proud owner of a new, ergonomic office chair. It's not interesting in design, but it's upholstered in a brown microsuede that coordinates with the couch, and it sure is comfortable. Maybe now I can write for more than an hour without my legs stiffening or swelling.
And lest anyone think I forgot...I did read another book last week. Only one this time - I'm determinedly writing all day, so I'm only reading at bedtime. This week's book was The Resurrectionist by Jack O'Connell. A father whose son is in a persistent coma discovers that only by travelling to Limbo, the fantasy world of his son's favorite comic books, can he hope to bring his child back to consciousness. I picked this up thinking it would be similar to the work of Tim Powers, whom I adore, and I wanted to love it. The writing was skillful, the atmosphere intriguing, but in the end the whole thing was more concerned with showing me that I didn't need a happy ending. I can handle a story with a sad ending, as long as I know why it happened that way. Reading this book, I felt as if I was the new kid in school, who didn't know all the little in-jokes. What did the card game mean? Who were the Abominations? How did they learn to use the "soup"? Who was the Resurrectionist supposed to represent anyway? I'd have loved this book if there'd been about 150 more pages to pad out the story with those details. I'm a fan of subtlety, but there's subtle and then there's obtuse. I'll try other books by O'Connell, since I liked his writing and I have a feeling I should have read some of his older work first. We'll see.
We discovered over the weekend that many of my foot and leg issues in the past few months (which I had blamed solely on the horrible floors at school) were also related to my beautiful-yet-utterly-uncomfortable captain's chair. So the Beetle and I ventured out of the house this morning to Office Depot, and I am now the proud owner of a new, ergonomic office chair. It's not interesting in design, but it's upholstered in a brown microsuede that coordinates with the couch, and it sure is comfortable. Maybe now I can write for more than an hour without my legs stiffening or swelling.
And lest anyone think I forgot...I did read another book last week. Only one this time - I'm determinedly writing all day, so I'm only reading at bedtime. This week's book was The Resurrectionist by Jack O'Connell. A father whose son is in a persistent coma discovers that only by travelling to Limbo, the fantasy world of his son's favorite comic books, can he hope to bring his child back to consciousness. I picked this up thinking it would be similar to the work of Tim Powers, whom I adore, and I wanted to love it. The writing was skillful, the atmosphere intriguing, but in the end the whole thing was more concerned with showing me that I didn't need a happy ending. I can handle a story with a sad ending, as long as I know why it happened that way. Reading this book, I felt as if I was the new kid in school, who didn't know all the little in-jokes. What did the card game mean? Who were the Abominations? How did they learn to use the "soup"? Who was the Resurrectionist supposed to represent anyway? I'd have loved this book if there'd been about 150 more pages to pad out the story with those details. I'm a fan of subtlety, but there's subtle and then there's obtuse. I'll try other books by O'Connell, since I liked his writing and I have a feeling I should have read some of his older work first. We'll see.