14 October, 1998

Who Invented Roses?

Do you know what I will be most glad about when we move to a new version? No longer will my fingers automagically type 'cd 1.5' every time they get near a command line.

My session with Norm today was bizarre. We mostly talked about how my week had been -- interesting but light. Towards the end I tried to explain how upset I was to realise that the female characters in the Chinese novel I've been reading probably have bound feet (as the novel was written in 1760, and all the women come from upper-class Han families). It really upsets me to think that these women I've been identifying with are quietly undergoing an intensely painful process which leaves them unable to move naturally -- gah. Even writing about it now makes me sick to my stomach.

I felt -- feel -- silly, for identifying so deeply with fictional characters, and being so outraged at something that, were they real people, they wouldn't even consider a problem. But still. Norm found this all very interesting, and it filled up the remainder of the session and got sort of deep. Which was good, I guess, because I'm making progress. Light sessions are more pleasant but less satisfying.

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Despite my best efforts I ended up working until 9:30 last night. Jim came to pick me up (my car being at home, as I let my mom have it so she could grocery shop). I was incredibly glad to see him -- nice, how my heart still skips when I first catch sight of him or hear his voice after we've been apart a few hours. Once home we sat next to each other and looked at the pictures my mom had taken over the weekend, and then devolved to playing computer games on the couch. Having two laptops in the house is nice, even if it is temporary.

I have new used books! We went to Thai City Friday, and the to Know Knew Books, where my mom found a bunch of Rex Stout mysteries she was hunting for, and I picked up a random handful of things including Kate Wilhelm, Sean Stewart, and (currently being read) Michelle West. She writes huge fantasy novels of the kind that I usually find awful, but I'm reading The Broken Crown and enjoying it. It's not filled with ground-breaking ideas, nor is the writing incredibly well done -- but it's not bad. It's well-done for what it is, which is your usual invented world with a few not-quite-earth cultures and some supernatural powers and a lot of viewpoint characters. I'd rate it as enjoyable if you like that sort of thing, which I guess I do, from time to time. Sometimes I just don't want to be challenged.

The book has a few other things going for it, such as excellent pacing (if I'm going to be 350 pages into a 750 page novel I want stuff to have Happened. Lots has.) and reasonably interesting characters (Diora and Serra Teresa are both more than stereotypes, although not as well-rounded as one might really like). It also wins points for having the culture we've spent most of our time in so far be the villains; several fairly sympathetic characters are making dangerous alliances and agreeing to horrible political acts for reasons which seem very good at the time. I'm sure this has been done before, but it's the first time I remember seeing it in a book of this type.

When I'm not reading Michelle West I've been reading the third volume of The Story of the Stone, which is the infamous Chinese novel mentioned above. And listening to lots & lots of Eno -- his ambient stuff pleases me more than I expected, and I badly want to find Taking Tiger Mountain.

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She says 'Look you come here every week
With jigsaw pieces of your past
It's all little soundbites and voices out of photographs
And that's all yours; that's the guide; that's the map
So tell me where does the arrow point to -
Who invented roses?'

This song has been in my CD-alarm for the last week. I'm really starting to feel it.


©1998 Cera Kruger

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