I’m not going to finish NaNo. I hit 35K and then the holiday happened. But, I’m going to continue working on Falling Star until the month of November is up. There’s still a few things I want to play with before I take a look at Divine Fire again. At least I think that’s the plan.
In the land of diet and exercise, there’s been too much of the one and not enough of the other. It will be nice to get back to something resembling a normal schedule.
But of course, I started putting up my Christmas tree yesterday. I still have Halloween decorations up.
And it’s doubtful that I’ll achieve my reading goal for the year either. I have six books left to read and slightly over a month left. But, the goal got me finishing more books than usual. I don’t know when was the last time I read over 22 books in a year. It wasn’t since I’ve lived in Tempe, I know that much.
Today, one last dinner with the in-laws before Eric’s parents and Aunt Kathy head back to Nebraska.
Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis.
This book was nominated for a World Fantasy Award. Now, I suppose one can call Lunar Park fantasy, but if you do, you need to allow the entirety of the supernatural horror genre in too. Move over Jordan and Martin, Graham Masterton and James Herbert are going to start taking up space in the shelves next to you. Not that I found Lunar Park (nor the best novel winner, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami) in the fantasy section. Nope, those two as well as Graham Joyce’s The Limits of Enchantment were all in Tempe Public Library’s general fiction section. Hal Duncan’s Vellum was not to be found at all…
Lunar Park starts slow. Ellis sets up a fictional reality and then writes a memoir ghost story. The set up is everything I disliked about American Psycho. There is a steady stream of details that gets tiring, boring. Honestly, I’m not sure why I kept reading aside from a certain momentum that pulls a reader through. Thankfully, this doesn’t last as long as it does in American Psycho. Once the fictional Bret Easton Ellis is established, the story moves, meticulously setting up an atmosphere of dread. I wasn’t expecting a ghost story or the mild return of Patrick Bateman or a meditation on being a writer and the lives of a writer’s creations. Getting all three was something of a treat. And I wonder what epic S&S fantasy reader think of Lunar Park being included as one of the best fantasies of the year. Or what the ‘literary’ reader thinks of it being shelved in the non-genre section. Sadly, without the former I would have missed out on one of the best horror novels I’ve read in a long while.