Read my review of Chris Nolan’s conclusion to the Dark Knight trilogy on Bellevue Patch. To any fanboys interested in taking of piece of me: I liked it, okay.
Another angry young man has shot up a crowd full of people, and, as the Onion so aptly puts it: Sadly, Nation Knows Exactly How Colorado Shooting’s Aftermath Will Play Out. Yes, we know there’ll be vigils, and gun control fights, and arguments over violence in movies, and at least one idiot will tell us that… Continue reading Shooting Thoughts
Over the weekend, Laila Lalami asked her twitter followers what their favorite historical novels were. My choice was the oddly structured and unforgettable Crossing the River by Caryl Philips. Share your own recommendation in comments.
Charles Stross posted about Scrivener, a word processing program that allows authors to organize their long projects in all sorts of useful ways to facilitate catching continuity errors and snip off loose plot threads. Considering how much time I’ve been spending lately removing such errors from Dismantle the Sun, I wish I’d known about this back… Continue reading Everything is Connected to Everything Else
After work, I usually head for the seclusion of my home both to contemplate the predicament of 21st century humankind and to kick ass on Arkham City campaign levels, but tonight I deviated from the pattern to check out The Half Brothers at the Can Can in Seattle. I’m not qualified to render any musical… Continue reading The Half Brothers Show or You Know What I Did Last Night
I’ve heard from some of my more famous acquaintances about what it’s like to serve on a prize jury, but Michael Cunningham takes us deep inside the decision making of last year’s Pulitzer committee, which gave the award to (drumroll please) nobody. Because I haven’t read all three finalists yet, I don’t yet have a… Continue reading Come Inside a Prize Jury’s Mind
Fewer years ago than I care to remember, an audition at the LOFT Generals led to my being cast in a play intended for the Seattle Fringe Festival. The play, by a playwright with a vaguely Eastern European accent and an aversion to socks, required me and another actor to don diaphanous robes and pontificate… Continue reading Quaint and Best Forgotten Volumes, Part I: The Room