Since Cuckoo’s Nest (after which I watched the movie, which I’d seen dozens of times but having never read the book, wanted to see… yes, they are just as good as each other), I read Night Mare by Piers Anthony (because I’d recommended his books to Jason, I was sure he’d like them, but I think Night Mare was too far into the series. I gave him that one as it’s the only one I have as I named my business after the main character. However, Jason just left it sitting on his night stand, and one day as I was lying there I just picked it up rather than pick my whole self up to go get another book), but it is a young people’s book so only took me a day.
I am now reading Fairy Tales and the Art of Subversion by Jack Zipes, and holy goodness is it ever dry. I think Mr Zipes would be mortally offended if one were to suggest to him the possibility of composing a sentence less than 30 words long, and of which the majority of words are of less than four syllables. It is taking me everso long to read because it is simply exhausting trying to decypher what on the surface seems to be English but is clearly an alien code only faintly reminiscient of.
It’s a horrible shame because what I can understand of it is interesting, and I am so enamoured of fairy and folk tales and their history and not-so-hidden ulterior motives… but wtf, Jack Zipes, you pretentious bastard, wtf? Are you trying to build a compensatory monstrous penis of words?