Friday, September 22, 2006
What Day is it Anyway?
So I forgot it was Friday, my blogging day. I can't think so I'm providing links to interesting stories.
Number 22 on Amazon UK's list: The Institute of Electrical Engineers On Site Guide. My own novel hit #20 on Amazon Canada's bestseller list a week or so back. I'd feel a little more pleased if #19 wasn't a book about Scooby-Doo.
Can you keep a straight face? The conclusion of Belfast's literary festival is a pub reading of fiction by Amanda McKittrick Ros, often called the worst writer in the world. It's a contest to see who can read the longest without laughing. A sample of Miss Ros' purple prose: "The living sometimes learn the touchy tricks of the traitor, the tardy and the tempted; the dead have evaded the flighty earthy future and form to swell the retinue of retired rights, the righteous school of the invisible and the rebellious roar of the raging nothing."
The Telegraph has a story, "Can Men Write Romantic Novels?" I'm in the "who cares?' school of thought on this one.
Yet another author cashed in on fabricated tales of a dreadful childhood. Hey, if the public and critics didn't love stories of horrible lives, writers wouldn't have to make this stuff up.
Director Ronny Yu's next movie is "Blood: the Last Vampire." The film is about a "young girl who goes undercover to defeat demons," and Yu says he wants to "reinvent the genre." Hey, Mr. Yu, Buffy Summers called and she wants her plot back. ¶ posted by Marta @ 11:24 AM
Number 22 on Amazon UK's list: The Institute of Electrical Engineers On Site Guide. My own novel hit #20 on Amazon Canada's bestseller list a week or so back. I'd feel a little more pleased if #19 wasn't a book about Scooby-Doo.
Can you keep a straight face? The conclusion of Belfast's literary festival is a pub reading of fiction by Amanda McKittrick Ros, often called the worst writer in the world. It's a contest to see who can read the longest without laughing. A sample of Miss Ros' purple prose: "The living sometimes learn the touchy tricks of the traitor, the tardy and the tempted; the dead have evaded the flighty earthy future and form to swell the retinue of retired rights, the righteous school of the invisible and the rebellious roar of the raging nothing."
The Telegraph has a story, "Can Men Write Romantic Novels?" I'm in the "who cares?' school of thought on this one.
Yet another author cashed in on fabricated tales of a dreadful childhood. Hey, if the public and critics didn't love stories of horrible lives, writers wouldn't have to make this stuff up.
Director Ronny Yu's next movie is "Blood: the Last Vampire." The film is about a "young girl who goes undercover to defeat demons," and Yu says he wants to "reinvent the genre." Hey, Mr. Yu, Buffy Summers called and she wants her plot back. ¶ posted by Marta @ 11:24 AM
