Andare, Partire, Tornare

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books and kittens, kittens and books

I finished Lady Chatterly’s Lover, but I don’t think I’ll be picking up any more Lawrence after talking with Swoop and reading GoodSandwich’s guestbook entry. There are lots of other, better things out there to read, and Lawrence’s prose isn’t exactly deathless, although every once in a while, he’d shock me by producing a gorgeously succinct line that just worked beautifully. I didn’t hate the book, exactly, but I don’t feel the need for more of his books at all.

I also finished Cetaganda, by Lois McMaster Bujold. I enjoyed it tremendously, and can’t figure out why Bujoldistas wouldn’t like it as much – for me, it works much better than the highly flawed Warrior’s Apprentice, which is tons of fun but requires a real effort for me to suspend my willing disbelief. I also can’t buy Elena’s growth from sheltered Barrayaran girl (albeit one with martial arts skills) to kick-ass space warrior, especially since it seems to take only a few weeks. It’s all part of the Miles effect, where everybody around him isn’t allowed to be mediocre, but I always have trouble swallowing it, especially in this book.

Anyway, Cetaganda. I liked the focus on a society driven to tinker, tinker, tinker with genetics, to see what sort of civilization they’d produce. I mentally shelve it as a fluffier take on the issues that are so brilliantly examined in C.J. Cherryh’s Cyteen, except Cetagandan genetics seems primarily interested in looks, not on personality. It was loads of fun, and I did stay up too late to finish it. Now the only Bujold book I need is Mirror Dance, which I can’t seem to find anywhere and which seems to be quite the pricy paperback on Amazon, so I’m wondering if it’s out of print, or if I was somehow looking at the trade paperback or hardback price for it. Have to go look on Abebooks.com.

I don’t get to partake in the long weekend, because of our organization’s annual meeting, although we do get the 12th off in compensation. But I won’t be at the ‘Mart for this weekend and the next, thank goodness. I need the breather. Although it’s quite likely that I’ll be there for an adoption fair one of those Saturdays, so maybe I shouldn’t relax just yet. The kittens, by the way, are doing quite nicely, and I’m getting a little too attatched to Dexter, who is the purriest of the both of them. I need to resist the kitten cuteness, but it’s hard when they’re being such adorable little tater tots.

12:59 p.m. - 2004-06-30

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