July 24th, 2003

Dark Tower

Harvey's Dream

"I know, but this was a dream," he said patiently, and she can see the white hairs on the insides of his thighs, where the muscles are wasted and starved. Once he played tennis, but those days are done. She thinks, with a viciousness that is entirely unlike her, You will have a heart attack, white man, that's what will finish you, and maybe they'll discuss giving you an obit in the Times, but if a B-movie actress from the fifties died that day, or a semi-famous ballerina from the forties, you won't even get that.
Re-read Stephen King's short story 'Harvey's Dream', from last month's New Yorker. It's good. It was one of his explorations of suburbia he does every so often (most notably in The Regulators, which is a novel I'm not too keen on), and a look at the thinness of life. Also, spooky dreams and the occasional pop-culture reference (does the Emperor of Ice Cream count as pop-culture?) There was a little more politics than usual, which was interesting, and fitted well. Maybe it was only that there's a little more politics that I'm familiar with, since of course some of his early novels (The Dead Zone in particular), were very much concerned with that sort of thing.

I liked it. Hopefully when the next collection comes out, I won't have already read all the decent stories (that's what happened to Nightmares and Dreamscapes).

As for the New Yorker itself, it's a strange beast. Had some potentially interesting articles (on Ang Lee and Donald Rumsfeld), which just seemed too long. Good piece on the whole Jayson Blair thing at the NY Times, though. Good cartoons, too. Here's one you probably don't need the picture for:

"Damn it, Persky! I ask you for a fiercely choreographed rite of destruction and rebirth, and you give me a febrile study of dehumanised angst."
Dark Tower

More Books

I'm liking this. Two more books in the mail today.

These were actually freebies from Bill Congreve, since we host the MirrorDanse website. MirrorDanse is a small-press Aussie publisher that specialises in Horror and SF, and doing pretty well for itself, it seems to me.

Anyway, the books are the new edition of The Man Who Lost Red, by the ever-wonderful Terry Dowling (can you call two novellas a collection?), and Written in Blood, a collection by Chris Lawson. I don't know much about Chris, but his introduction/interview is interesting. The book is mostly (hard/biological) SF stories, with a few essays thrown in.

Meanwhile -- though I'm not here to bore you with my medical history -- it looks like my convalescence didn't stick. Back at home today, and probably tomorrow. It's not like I even get much writing done, since it always seems to work better in the evenings, so it's yet more Angel...