Well, if you haven’t guessed, I finished my essay, turned it in, and am now free as a bird (until I begin the dissertation in earnest, that is). The weather the past few days has been in my favour: windy, wet, and cold. I have been enjoying a few days of well-earned relaxation. Other than watching The Mummy and episodes of Firefly and The Big Bang Theory, I have done the following:
Thursday night Felicity and I watched The Hunt for Gollum as a last hurrah before she left to visit the States for a month. I didn’t come to it with very high expectations—it being made by fans for fans on a low budget—and it was pretty good. It wasn’t bad, but, because we already know that Aragorn catches Gollum, the film was lacking in suspense. However, I would recommend it if you have 40 minutes to spare and want a dose of Middle Earth without committing three hours to watching one of the official films.
It had been three weeks since I read a book cover-to-cover, the last being The Princess and the Hound. Today I finished rereading Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. It is a story about doors, London Above and London Below, and the people who fall through the cracks from world into the other. There are Black Friars, an earl and his court, a bridge made of night, and an angel at Islington. To say Neil Gaiman is a brilliant storyteller is to understate the obvious. The marquis de Carabas is by far my favourite character, ‘because he is made of awesome,’ and he is.
Today, he thought, I’ve survived walking the plank, the kiss of death, and a lecture on inflicting pain. Right now, I’m on my way through a labyrinth with […] I am so far out of my depth that… Metaphors failed him, then. He had gone beyond the world of metaphor and simile into the place of things that are, and it was changing him.
I recommend Neverwhere to everyone, but especially to those who have been to London at least once. Read Neverwhere before you go back. The Underground will never be the same. Oh, and please mind the gap.
Last night I saw Star Trek. All I can say is: Dude, Star Trek. Wow. I loved it. Spock, both young and old, stole the show. And Karl Urban as Bones McCoy, well, he was Bones, manic and panicked as ever. I’m not going to say much else to avoid the risk of spoilers, but, this is Star Trek rebooted. In a good way. My inner nerd is very pleased indeed—especially at the somewhat real possibility that there will be a sequel(s). Go see it.
Now… what to read next?