chill.
My liner-notes are going nuts in this Henry James novel. I am deeply, deeply impressed by how intelligently this man understands his characters, and how well he treats them. Everybody makes sense. You feel like you know these people, that you’ve met them or their doubles before. It’s almost voyeurism. It makes me feel like diving back into Tolstoy again which is a neat accomplishment
There is a strange and subtle art to churning out these massive tomes
Seriously this is hilarious. It’s practically C-grade bad.
‘You’re too low-ranking. Get back!’
‘Low-ranking. *beat* Who cares! *punches dude*’
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‘You want me to see an illusion…to be confused…but you’re too stupid. *SLASH*’
‘I’m stupid? You’re the one who’s stupid! *SLASH SLASH*’
BEST DIALOGUE EVER
If I ever tried tripping on acid, I’d make sure to have an MGMT music video on hand
Vic Lit is alternately enchanting and infuriating. It’s so bloody restrained. All the useful information about characters is out there by the hundredth page, but the whole novel is padded out with witty conversations, little subtle intrigues that seem quite petty today, and scandals that aren’t very scandalous (Lord _ had an affair…twenty years ago! :O )
Look if somebody’s going to get stabbed step to it, alright. If the heroine is going to fail miserably at life can she do it WITHOUT having to arrange a garden party or an elaborate ballroom dance
I swear, it’s bad enough that the most racy thing that happens is someone makes a forward comment about how they harbour a secret passion for somebody else. They will actually say the words ‘I am harbouring a secret passion for somebody else.’
This statement is never acted on until maybe 200 pages later. And by acting on it, I mean they will maybe, perhaps, say the name of the person they harbour a secret passion for. In confidence. At midnight. In a secluded barn. It’s amazing the Victorians didn’t die out, since the stuff leading up to a single marriage can be the sole subject of a six hundred page novel.
I’m actually quite enjoying Portrait of a Lady though. Really interesting character studies. I just wish it was shorter, and the studies more to the point
Karen O enlisted to pretty much do the entire soundtrack for ‘Where the Wild Things Are’
It’s like an injection of happiness!!

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She did an adidas commercial with Spike Jonze once
Neon Bible performed in cargo elevator. It’s like a clown car the amount of strings and wind instruments they squeezed in there
The magazine, that thudding percussion from the WALLS, tinkly baby piano (?), un-amped vocals. Brilliant
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Everybody is so 1800s-Parisian-severe with the black. The guy in the background looks like he just came back from storming the Bastille.
YES PLEASE