Great poetry, poorly translated.

Dracula, set in
Nineteen seventy-two. WHY
Is the plot so stale?

Better than I hoped;
The psychiatrist song was
Wet-your-pants funny.

This really isn’t as good as most of their stuff. I’d only buy it if you’re a die-hard Muse fan, and need to have everything.

In an odd way, this reminds me of Franzen’s ‘The Corrections’, even though this is supposed to be a comedy – it’s painful and I don’t like any of the characters.

The movie is well-made, and maybe if I had seen more Woody Allen films I’d have enjoyed this one, but I really just found it depressing.

This book is really slow to get into, but improves throughout.

Not as funny as most of Mel Brooks’ other movies, but still cute.

The footage these guys got of the coup and counter-coup are phenomenal. Watch for the palace guard quickly pumping his fist in solidarity with the pro-Chavez masses outside, before the guards retake the palace.

I really liked the story and the humor, but the end got a little too strident preaching the polyamory. I really had to force myself to read the last hundred pages. And it had been going so well up to there…

A nice little intro to Said’s thinking, though the editors were obsequious to the point of being saccharine. My advice is to skip their bits, and just read Said’s words.

I should go read the rest of ‘Orientalism’ now.