Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy. Whoa Nelly, this is like Hieronymus Bosch meets Wild West, total Apocalypse, macabre violence, empty spaces, grinning skulls, silent thunder. Only a quarter of the way through, we’re deep into this one. Shit is dark.
Essential Spider-Man Vol. 2. Picked this one up a while ago but since these books usually pack at least twenty issues a volume, they take a while to get through, so just getting around to wrapping this one up, which concludes the Steve Ditko run and introduces the classic John Romita issues. It’s just too, too much fun. The first volume of Essential Spidey got me through some of the worst days of my life. The second volume is getting me through some of the best.
Also, in print media:
Flipped through this at Powell’s the other day and met a new friend, Steve D., who happened to be sitting next to me on the reading bench flipping through the same exact magazine. (That’s how I found out about the Jackpot Records film fest.) Plan on going back to finish the Terry Riley cover story, which looks nothing less than inspirational. I mean dude, the cover copy says Tones in the key of life. How are you not freaking out about this?!
Last month, Harper’s ran an essay by Jonathan Lethem, entitled “The Ecstasy of Influence”, which is a total joy to read on way too many levels. Click and read it now, we’ll tell you why later.
Finally, we did get that current issue of N+1 and we now clap our hands and say yeah, those kids kinda got it, after all.