Like many else, it seems, I didn't like Catcher in the Rye. I can understand why it was a bit of a watershed when it came out and that it has a place in literary history, but... No, I'm just not a part of that same era, I can't "Feel" the book. I just found it flat and stale. Still, was worth having a look, I suppose...
And while I don't regret reading it... Christ, A Clockwork Orange... Dear. Oh, dear me... I wasn't right for days after reading that. It's just so... Cruel, almost to a pointless degree. It makes me feel like a monster just to have taken part in it by reading that story.
Furthermore... Alex sucks. He ought to have been taken out the courtyard and killed by neckshot. And what's worse is, there's thousands of him. What on earth happened to Alternative Nadsativerse London?!
Also, I'm now the sworn arch-enemy to any and all Alex-apologists. Kubrick did the right thing when he did a self-imposed ban on the film version in Britain after he learned some wastes of air tried to emulate it. Oh, dear, oh dear... I can't really stomack to look at it.
Another odd book I sort of regret reading was a strange sort of memoir work I found in my bookshelf from... Lord knows where.
It's "I Fält" (In the Field) by a certain Gilbert Hamilton, some sort of noble fancypants person who join a German cavallry corps during the first world war. Now, I thought I'd find it fascinating to see his perspective, but... Gilbert is such a self-righteous, pompous wanker that I get irritated half a page in. It's all "Ahrr, nobility is awesome, Germany is great, Poles are poor and dumb and Bolsheviks are all satan. If only the conscripts would stop dying in their ratholes so I got a chance to ride down some Russians on my steed!", which only gets worse when he start complaining about his lodgings and lack of supplies when you know full well that the conscripts less than a kilometer away have it much, much worse.
He's the sort of person who got the Great War started in the first place, and it's a bit difficult from a 21'st century perspective to not want to put a fist up his gob. Well, at least there's many interesting pictures.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e4/Devil_codex_Gigas.jpg
It... It should have remained hidden away in Prague... How many more will It claim?
When will the wound heal?
And while I don't regret reading it... Christ, A Clockwork Orange... Dear. Oh, dear me... I wasn't right for days after reading that. It's just so... Cruel, almost to a pointless degree. It makes me feel like a monster just to have taken part in it by reading that story.
Furthermore... Alex sucks. He ought to have been taken out the courtyard and killed by neckshot. And what's worse is, there's thousands of him. What on earth happened to Alternative Nadsativerse London?!
Also, I'm now the sworn arch-enemy to any and all Alex-apologists. Kubrick did the right thing when he did a self-imposed ban on the film version in Britain after he learned some wastes of air tried to emulate it. Oh, dear, oh dear... I can't really stomack to look at it.
Another odd book I sort of regret reading was a strange sort of memoir work I found in my bookshelf from... Lord knows where.
It's "I Fält" (In the Field) by a certain Gilbert Hamilton, some sort of noble fancypants person who join a German cavallry corps during the first world war. Now, I thought I'd find it fascinating to see his perspective, but... Gilbert is such a self-righteous, pompous wanker that I get irritated half a page in. It's all "Ahrr, nobility is awesome, Germany is great, Poles are poor and dumb and Bolsheviks are all satan. If only the conscripts would stop dying in their ratholes so I got a chance to ride down some Russians on my steed!", which only gets worse when he start complaining about his lodgings and lack of supplies when you know full well that the conscripts less than a kilometer away have it much, much worse.
He's the sort of person who got the Great War started in the first place, and it's a bit difficult from a 21'st century perspective to not want to put a fist up his gob. Well, at least there's many interesting pictures.
I know what you feel... It took me a long, long time to put my experience with the Devil's Bible behind me... I knew I shouldn't have done it, I knew I shouldn't have pried... But what can you do? The urge to turn page after page is... Irresistable.MammothBlade said:The Necronomicon by Abdul Alhazred. It changed my life, forever. And killed all my family, and turned me into a mass-murdering monster. I cannot unsee the horrors in that book. They are burned into my mind, and into my blood and DNA.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e4/Devil_codex_Gigas.jpg
It... It should have remained hidden away in Prague... How many more will It claim?
When will the wound heal?