Spooky and I appear to have contracted some vile virus or bacterium, apparently at the Bellingham signing on Saturday. It hit me on Saturday night, and I spent most of Sunday on the chaise in the middle parlor. It hit Spooky yesterday, and we were both pretty miserable last night, and the misery lingers into today. Mostly aches, low fever, chills, and profound exhaustion. I've been so exhausted lately, I wasn't even sure I was sick until it got Spooky. Anyway, the worst of this is that (not only am I losing precious writing time) I may not make it to Manhattan for Wednesday night's reading at KGB. Which I've been looking forward to for the better part of a year. There's pretty much no place I'd rather do a reading. Anyway, if worse comes to worse,
matociquala has kindly agreed to read in my stead, and, of course, Scott Lynch will also be reading. But, man, am I pissed.
Not much else to report. Well, except that no matter how big the wave of glowing reviews showered upon me by smart, articulate people – whether we're talking about The Drowning Girl or Alabaster: Wolves or anything else – one cretinous review written by someone whose reading/composition/comprehension skills would shame the least intelligible Australopithicus afarensis, and I'm thrown for a loop. Both of those books have been met with all but universal praise, and I still can't avoid this trap. Yes, it's ridiculous that I let the overwhelmingly positive be outweighed by the virtually nonexistent negative, but I've been this way since Silk.

Okay. I think I need to lie down again. Fuck you, microbes.
Woozy,
Aunt Beast
Not much else to report. Well, except that no matter how big the wave of glowing reviews showered upon me by smart, articulate people – whether we're talking about The Drowning Girl or Alabaster: Wolves or anything else – one cretinous review written by someone whose reading/composition/comprehension skills would shame the least intelligible Australopithicus afarensis, and I'm thrown for a loop. Both of those books have been met with all but universal praise, and I still can't avoid this trap. Yes, it's ridiculous that I let the overwhelmingly positive be outweighed by the virtually nonexistent negative, but I've been this way since Silk.

Okay. I think I need to lie down again. Fuck you, microbes.
Woozy,
Aunt Beast
- Current Mood:
ill - Current Music:Fleet Foxes, "Montezuma"

Comments
If it's any use, Alabaster:Wolves is bowtie. I love that dark-green colour scheme. Some of it is really funny ("Your grammar is atrocious" is a fabulous line, and I hope we see more of the unhelpful blackbird). The art does you justice; and Dancy surprised me. The angel looks terrifying. Oh yeah, and I like that dig at e-books. The trilobite specs are bowtie too - it took me a while to spot those, and I want some...
[I know this is a "new" Dancy, to some degree--but it's still tricky to do an initiating event and also slip enough in to introduce a past, present, and future...]
Plenty of otherwise talented writers fall apart when they have to balance a new comic about an old character, especially one who is also new to comics. I guess the circumlocution would be "relaunching a new character." How do you start over with someone who doesn't exist?
To be able to do that with only three or four characters in a closed environment without everyone sounding like they're care-full-y overexplaining everything? Only CRK. Such a great start!
Given your earlier stance on not apologizing I'm surprised you'd care about a bad review. At the very least yes the positive does far outweigh the negative.
When I'm bothered by idiots who I intellectually know shouldn't bother me, but who my gut chooses to get all worked up over anyway, I tell myself one thing: "They can kill you, but they can't eat you." I know, I know, not necessarily sensible, but for me it helps me smile, and kicks me back a little towards my reasonable head's opinion. Maybe it can do a bit of the same for you.
Finally, I allowed myself to finish "The Drowning Girl," and I'm flabbergasted. I always enjoy your work, and there's a lot that I truly love, but this is something different. I'm still digesting and will be clearer in my thoughts after a time, but my immediate and visceral reaction is that you have written something that is completely you yet something that you haven't showed before - you've taken the writing to a new, beautiful, painful, thought-provoking place.
I hope whatever it is burns itself out soon. I can't be at KGB this Wednesday, but I hope you will be.
Sweet one, you have been that way since -before- Silk. (grinning fondly)
I really hope you don't have the whatever it is that is sweeping the west coast. It took me over a month to get rid of the worst of it. Still wobbly.
As a great man once said ... Fuck that shit!
You're the one who's in the Library Of America.
Hope both of you feel better soon.
I was also down with a nasty headcold over the weekend. Could it be that it's finally the revolt of our microbes? After all, they significantly outnumber us in our own bodies - we're merely the lesser vehicles for the mass movement of bacteria, when all is said and done. Perhaps they've decided to show us who's really running the show...
(hope you're feeling better!)
I will check the KGB Bar website and your blog for updates. While I readily admit that I'll be quite disappointed if I can't hear you read and meet you, your health takes precedence, of course. If you *can* make it I'll be happy to bring you fresh chicken soup, ginger ale, and flu medicine! I remember from living in New England how many viruses go around this time of year. I think it's because by now it has warmed up somewhat but it is still rainy, humid, and not really hot yet - the perfect environment for nasty diseases.
I hope you and Spooky both feel better!