2008-10-12

cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (Default)
2008-10-12 10:38 pm

bookblogging

Graphic novels:

Schade, Suan, writer, and Jon Buller, artist: The Fog Mound 2: Faradawn.
(still adorable. The human, whatsisname, reminds me of the GM from Knights of the Dinner Table, it's just something about the character design. It only makes me like the books more).

Mills, Scott: Trenches.

Russell, P. Craig, artist: Fairy-tales of Oscar Wilde.

Various: The Nightmare Factory: based on the the stories of Thomas Ligotti
(a blurb on the cover described Ligotti as one of the horror genre's best-kept secrets. I don't know if the stories themselves impress more than these adaptations, but I'm presently inclined to think he's obscure for good reason).

Ware, Chris, I think; his name isn't anywhere on the book itself, because it's just way too arty for crap like titles and copyright pages. Y'know, catalogers hate that shit: The Acme Novelty Library no. 16: Rusty Brown
(I wouldn't want to be the poor sod writing the ISBD for this thing, but it's stunningly beautiful and fascinating to the eye).


Manga:

CLAMP: Miyuki-chan in Wonderland
(this is the most thinly-disguised excuse for fanservice I've ever seen, and that is saying something. I sort of flashed back to Even a Monkey Can Draw Manga. "I'm late! I'm late!" Toast in mouth and everything. Just for once, I wish it was an onigiri).

Umino Chico: Honey and Clover vol. 3
(this continues to own).
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (I have loved the stars too fondly)
2008-10-12 10:57 pm

more rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke


Autumn

The leaves are falling, falling as from far,
as though above were withering farthest gardens;
they fall with a denying attitude.

And night by night, down into solitude,
the heavy earth falls from every star.

We are all falling. The hand's falling too--
all have this falling-sickness none withstands.

And yet there's One whose gently-holding hands
this universal falling can't fall through.