Monday, 16 July 2018

Books and sunshine

In that order.
   Seriously though, signing up for a Goodreads account is the best thing I've done (after getting sterilised) for my mental health in the last couple of years. I'm reading a lot more and I'm really enjoying it. 
   AND! My favourite thing: I can keep track of what I'm reading, make notes and easily find other works from the same author. I love lists. I LOVE 'EM!

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

The Hutt Recommends: Parable of the Sower

Parable of the Sower (Earthseed #1) by Octavia E. Butler

God is Change.
So writes Lauren, the First of the Earthseed.

   Our future world has fallen under human's destructive influence and left are only islands of relative security protected by high walls and armed guards. Lauren grows up in one of theses gated communities outside LA the daughter of a preacher. In the midst of the pollution, drugs, arson, kill or be killed, and theft, her father does his best to keep what semblance of civility and culture he can within their community. To make matters worse Lauren's got what's called hyperempathy; the ability to feel other people's sensations, be it pain or emotions, as she observes them. Not only that but she's also a doubter - a doubter of her father's god and a doubter of how the future will treat the human race. Little by little, she pieces together a belief system she grows to call Earthseed, to comfort her and let her hope for a better tomorrow.

   However, their community is struck by tragedy and Lauren's family is murdered along with most of the other families living with them. Together with a lucky few survivors she decides to head north and maybe, just maybe, get to start anew amidst the dangers of the world outside those collapsed comforting walls.

   I was enthralled all the way through.

   If you've ever, like me, had your differences with what people describe as God you should read this. If you've ever, like me, fretted about what damage we'll do to each other tomorrow you should read this. It's in the same vein as The Hunger Games but somehow more hopeful and definitely more philosophical. I just regret not having read it much sooner.

Clickety-click cont.

My summer reading is here. Don't mind if I do.

Wednesday, 16 May 2018

DP2 - cocaine and baby legs

   Oh, it was good. Not nearly as good as the first movie since the story wasn't quite as thought through. Not at all as tight. It had a great many instances when I laughed out loud but it's Deadpool - if you don't laugh out loud someone fucked up. This time Ryan Reynolds had his handsome fingers nestled in with the script writing, and since we've grown to know little by little that Ryan Reynolds in fact is some sort of AU Wade Wilson I can partly excuse the weak story. But not the first major character death.
   Lots and lots of silly one-liners and poking fun at DC. And Marvel. And just about everything else on the planet.

   A bit in to the movie I thought I spotted a familiar face I needed to check out on IMDB. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Went to Wikipedia and lo and behold! There he was! Sala Baker! Credited as playing the adult version of kid villain Russell Collins. Sala Baker is great. Check out Sala Baker.

This article from the Mary Sue explains my feelings quite well.

Sunday, 13 May 2018


My brain: Buy some more books and comics.
My brain: So?
My brain: But they're books and comics.
Me: Good point. *click* I spent the money.

Thursday, 10 May 2018

The Hutt Recommends: The Road

The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

   Only about thirty pages into this book I was just about ready to put it down and never pick it up again. Reason? I really don't like children. There's nothing like a child to infuriate me into impossible dimensions. They're an inconvenience in any given situation and in The Road whats left of humanity is dealing with a lot of serious post-apocalyptic stuff. However, I did decide to soldier on and continue. I have after all finished much more maddening books.
   Skip forty pages ahead and I was thoroughly hooked.

   In a post-apocalyptic world a man and his child are travelling along a road. Everything is gone. It burned down and there's nothing left. Except the Road. And surviving.

   It's dark, oh so dark, yet just when you think it can't get any worse... it lets you up for air and the sun finds its way through the clouds for just a moment. And that's when McCarthy will pull you under again and bury you under the ashes of his post-apocalyptic world.
   McCarthy is an author of few words - what you get is what you need to make your brain go in all kinds of dark directions.
   It was an amazing ride. 10/10 would go again.

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

It's party business, precious

   Having been to New Zealand I'm now fairly certain it doesn't actually exist on this plane of reality. I've just spent ten days nerding around the north island and everything feels like it was designed in a computer to be plopped down in the middle of the ocean. Or maybe we went, Bermuda Triangle style, through some portal and ended up in some wonderful Fantasy Land. It was somehow too beautiful to feel real.

   We did Auckland (with a very jet-lagged visit to the Auckland Art Gallery, and Auckland Zoo) - Waitomo Caves - Mata Mata/Hobbiton - Rotorua - Wellington (with Te Papa, Weta Cave, LotR film locations along Hutt Valley, and Martinborough wine country) and it was all great. What will always stay with me though is the tour we took through the Hobbiton Movie Set. It was nothing short of magical. I was right: I cried. Like a fucking baby.

   I've petted a wallaby and an emu, I've seen glow worms, I've had ale in The Green Dragon, I've spent hours in hot mineral baths, I've been to Rivendell, I've talked to a whole bunch of nerds at Weta Cave, and I've had a veritable shitload of great wine. I've cried from joy and from frustration, and I've been surrounded by the most otherworldly nature I've ever laid eyes on.

   But listen, since New Zealand is quite exactly on the other side of the planet it will at its shortest take us Swedes anywhere between 27 and 34 hours single trip to get there depending on layovers and such. It fucking sucks. My butt still hurts. To add insult to injury, my lightsaber key ring kept getting stuck in security and so I decided to leave it behind. Also! Try and be a vegan tourist and see how much fun it is. I'll tell you this much; you have to like coriander.

   Was it worth it? Absolutely!
   Will I ever do it again? Doubtfully.
   Do I want to do it again? Why yes precious, I do...

Saturday, 31 March 2018

I'll soon be on my way

I'm so fucking nervous y'all. I'm leaving tomorrow.
My bags are packed and I've gone through the check list about twenty times...

Sunday, 25 March 2018

Long Live the Halflings!

Today, the 25th of March, in the year of 3019 in the Third Age of Middle Earth Frodo finally reached Mount Doom in Mordor. After a brief battle with the creature Gollum the One Ring was finally destroyed and with it the Dark Lord Sauron.
Long Live the Courage and Strength of Hobbits!

Sunday, 18 March 2018

Alone at last

Me, the minute after my family's left when we've had a family dinner at my place:

Monday, 5 March 2018

BOKREA; my favourite time of year

The Big Book Sale.
   That yearly event marked down in every Swedish bookworm's calendar.
I've scored a healthy amount of 17 books this year which would put me somewhere just beyond slightly over budget but not quite heavily into dept.

   As always, I do most of my BOKREA-shopping at Science Fiction-bokhandeln (Sweden's own Forbidden Planet).


   GUILLERMO DEL TORO DID IT AGAIN! THE SHAPE OF WATER DID IT! IN FOUR FRIGGIN' CATEGORIES! YAAAAAASSSSS! Categories being Best Picture, Best Director, Best Production Design and Best Original Score.

Guillermo checking the receipts.
   Also, as the first black man EVER Jordan Peele won Best Original Screenplay for Get Out and that just warms my soul. Well deserved.
   I'm obviously a bit disappointed about Logan not getting an Oscar.

Monday, 26 February 2018

The Hutt (kind of) Recommends: What's Eating Gilbert Grape

What's Eating Gilbert Grape by Peter Hedges
(rereading this after... 'many' years, and it's surprisingly neither scifi, fantasy, nor supernatural in any possible way)

Looooong before John Green was accused of over-using the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope (which he did in Paper Towns but entirely unmade by the end of the book) there was Becky in Peter Hedges' What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
   Gilbert Grape lives in Endora, Iowa, with what remains of his family.
'Endora is where we are, and you need to know that describing this place is like dancing to no music. It's a town. Farmers. Town square. Old movie theater closed down so we have to drive sixteen miles to Motley to see movies. Probably half the town is over sixty-five, so you can imagine the raring place Endora is on the weekend.'
   There isn't much that Gilbert doesn't hate and even less that he enjoys. He's twenty-four and just about everything in his life is gnawing at his dead insides -  his lack of experience, his fat and ever-growing mother, his servile big sister, his desperate little sister, and his mentally disabled baby brother are only what he has to deal with on a daily basis.
'She turns off the light and says, "You must have been having a bad dream."
"A bad dream. You were having a bad dream."
"Oh," I say, "Is that what I'm having."'
   In the middle of all of this there's suddenly Becky on her bike, riding in circles around Gilbert and speaking words of such hope about life Gilbert hasn't been able to feel in years.

   This is a soul crushingly painful story.

   It's sexist, fatphobic, ableist, sexualises a 15-year-old, but it's also all of these things because Gilbert doesn't know where to direct all of the hate he harbours for himself. He watches idly while his family and life slowly shatters all around him. He does not stop this. Just as he can see his fat mother slowly wear down the floor underneath her own feet toward a literal crash he can sense his own life metaphorically crash in on him in slow motion. There are so many things in his life that he hates that he's completely lost his ability for love, whichever way it would be directed. Waking up and seeing the same unchanging surrounding is killing him. Yet he doesn't change. Listening to people telling him how much he looks like his father, the same father who committed suicide in the house he built for his family, brings Gilbert further into darkness. Is that to be the family future?

   Well written. Dark. Disturbing.
   I still like it as much as when I read it the first time.