Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Literary Cleanup, book #14

Terry Pratchett - Mort (the portuguese translation is available at your local library)

The palate cleanser. After I read the previous two books, I started Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. I want to like Douglas Adams. I know he's funny, the ideas are interesting but the style of writing on that particular book is very hard to get into. 65 pages in, and no sign of wanting to continue, I figured I'd motivate myself by reading the last Discworld book on my shelf (for now, because much like Pokemon, I feel like I gotta catch 'em all).

I went through it about a week, which is quite fast for me, seeing as I only picked it up every other day. As with previous Pratchett books, I quite enjoyed this. More so because this book starts the Death saga (if you are unsure what I meant by that, click on this). Death is, without a doubt, one of the funniest characters in the whole Discworld universe. The all caps talking, kitten loving skeletal figure is at the core of this novel though he's not its main character, as I first thought.

The main character is a fella called Mort. Characterized as a person who "thought too much" and was "made of knees", he was pushed by his father to become an apprentice. His mentor? Death. From here, we not only witness the delightful minutia of Death's work and routine, but also, Mort's evolution into a person made out of less knees. I won't dive the story too much, as I want you to enjoy it as much as I did, but I'll state that this is probably the easiest read I had this year. So much fun in 300 pages...what more could you ask. Well, possibly a curry.


"I'm no demon, I'm a human!" he said, and stopped in shock as his words emerged in perfect Klatch.
"So you're a thief?" said the father. "A murderer? To creep in thus, are you a tax-gatherer?" His hand slipped under the table and came up holding a meat cleaver honed to paper thinness. His wife screamed and dropped the plate and clutched the youngest children to her.
Mort watched the blade weave through the air and gave in.
"I bring you greetings from the uttermost circles of hell.", he hazarded.

Monday, 18 July 2011

The Hungry Earth - Doctor Who s5e8 recap

Hellz yeah, Welsh accents!

Meera Syal! For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, let this refresh your memory.

Apparently, they are drilling far into the Earth. Maybe this company is run by cats .

Should have paid your cable, welsh man.

That is one hungry hole. This sentence sounded less dirty in my head.

Oh, and the episode is actually called “Hungry Earth”. I wasn't too far off, was I?

Leg watch: still very exposed. She is “dressed for Rio”, which is where they were supposed to land, but we all know that even in freezing cold she couldn't stop being our good old Legly Pond.

Some people wave at them.

According to the Doctor, it's Amy and Rory from 2020. I'm sorry, what?

Rory goes back to the Tardis to store their engagement ring so Amy doesn't lose it. And when he gets out...

The family of that bloke who got sucked by the Hellmouth is waiting for him. She called the police and she's assuming...he's it.

The body of her aunt is no longer in the grave. This sounds more like a Torchwood episode. And I don't know if that's good or bad.

Hellmouth has caught Amy. She's making a habit of almost dying every episode, isn't she?

And she gets sucked in, despite her enormous set of gams. Meanwhile, the little kid tells Rory that the graves eat people. And he's inside of one of them. Fancy that.

The Doctor can still hear drilling even though they shut off the drill. They run outside and the sky is all weird. How does the Doctor test it?

Sure, don't we all have slingshots in our suits?

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Amy's Choice - Doctor Who s5e7 recap

Yep, no explanation. Right off the bat I'm thinking that it's an alternate reality.

Rory's hair is tragic.

“You swallowed a planet.” That's what...you know what, I'd better not. But yeah, this is so not...actual storyline right now.

“What a nice bench.”

I get you, Eleven. I'm very awkward at small talk too.

So, they've woken up and Amy's not pregnant. That was still too...specific to be a dream sequence. Also, how many dream sequences have there been in Doctor Who? Not many, I'd wager.

And they wake up again in Nothing-Happens-Amy's-Pregnant-ville realizing, as they did in the Tardis, that they all had the same dream.

So the question is: which one is reality. The Tardis or the other...one. Hm. I hate to be a spoil-sport but Nothing-Happens-Amy's-Pregnant-ville does kinda scream “dream” in all caps.

They are in a dead time machine. Hm.

Each time they change, Amy and Rory argue that the reality they are in is the correct one. The Doctor spots old people being creepy in a house so he says “something is wrong...let's go poke it with a stick”. Which I'm sure applies to many situations.

“Can we not do the running bit, please?”

I also love Pregnant and Bitchy Amy.

Monday, 11 July 2011

Vampires of Venice - Doctor Who s5e6 recap

Prepare for one of the longest recaps yet. Also, gifs courtesy of rightclick5ave @ LJ, via the Doctor Who community.

Venice, apparently. And since I know the title of this is “Vampires of Venice”...oh, look, it's Twilight. If it was good. Or interesting. Or not written by someone who obviously has some issues with strong-willed women. Or something.

He's begging Totally Not a Vampire lady to take his daughter because she has no future at the moment, since he is a boat-builder. I'm guessing he doesn't know she is going to die.


I'm assuming he doesn't need a dentist. Yep, murder it is.

Gotta love this transition. Rory (Amy's future husband, whom we met in the first episode) is at his stag party.

He's calling her because he hasn't told her he loves her in 7 hours which is “a scandal”. Wow, I like him a lot already.

A cake rolls in and...hey, presto...

Did you expect anyone else? I mean, he's timelessly sexy. What? No? Bad one? Okay, okay.

“There's a girl standing outside in a bikini. Could someone give her a jumper? Lucy, lovely girl.”

Oh, clueless-about-sex timelord.

“We need to talk about your fiancé. She tried to kiss me. Well, you're a lucky man, she's a great kisser.”


Thursday, 7 July 2011

Literary Cleanup, book #13

(Which was also on my list of books I had to read for a class shelf.)

Mário de Sá-Carneiro - A Confissão de Lúcio (available at your local library)

Liking Fernando Pessoa as much as I do, I don't know how I never stumbled across the idea to read Mário de Sá-Carneiro. I guess I just forgot he existed, perhaps due to how short of a career he had. I will tell you up front that you should read this. I won't say I'm not biased because this is indeed a subject I really like to delve in (that being the pain connected to coming out and accepting who you are). In fact, I have, if I recall correctly, at least two other books dealing with the same problems. One of them, I even bought on impulse as soon as I read the back cover synopsis.

It's not only because of that. As some of you may know, it's said Sá-Carneiro was gay and obviously must have had an incredibly difficult time dealing with it. Lúcio sounds like him. A guy who is in law school, decides to go to Paris, becomes entranced with the city's bubbling night life, meets several people of "the arts", as you might call them. That was Sá-Carneiro's life. He was disappointed with Coimbra, so he moved to Paris and instead of finishing college in Sorbonne he was intoxicated by the culture (modernism was blossoming, so the sudden clash with the avant-garde aesthetic created a whole new artist in him).

Lúcio starts out the book by stating that he is in prison for a crime he didn't commit. He didn't murder his best friend, Ricardo de Loureiro, but now, years later, he writes to us to confess his innocence. He doesn't expect us to believe him, but he feels he must. This is how his story begins. We see his journey, from Lisbon to Paris and back again, along with his interesting relationship with Ricardo and eventually, with his wife Marta. I won't exactly spoil the book for you, because it is something I advise all of you to pick up, but Sá-Carneiro manages to not only be riveting but also intimate. You feel you are in a room with these characters, watching things happen. There's also a sort of raw sensuality in his words, along with a deep pain. His way of describing certain situations is so palpable and interesting to discover that I think I may pick this up again to read it with a bit more time. After all, because I had to read this for a class, I was rushed, and I felt like I didn't pay it the attention it deserved.

Even still, Lúcio, Ricardo and Marta will remain in my mind for a long time. As will Mário de Sá-Carneiro.


As bailadeiras começaram as suas danças. Tinham as pernas nuas. Volteavam, saltavam, reuniam-se num grupo, embaralhavam os seusmembros, mordiam-se nas bocas…
Os cabelos da primeira eram pretos, e a sua carne esplêndida de sol. As pernas, talhadas em aurora loura, esgueiravam-se-lhe em luz radiosa a nimbar-se, junto do sexo, numa carne mordorada que apetecia trincar. Mas o que as fazia mais excitantes era a saudade límpida que lembravam de um grande lago azul de água cristalina onde, uma noite de luar, elas se mergulhassem descalças e amorosas. A segunda bailadeira tinha o tipo característico da adolescente pervertida. Magra — porém de seios bem visíveis —, cabelos de um louro sujo, cara provocante, nariz arrebitado. As suas pernas despertavam desejos brutais de as morder, escalavradas de músculos, de durezas — masculinamente.

Monday, 4 July 2011

Flesh and Stone - Doctor Who s5e5 recap

Let's all find out who Riversong really is, shall we? Oh, who am I kidding. We probably won't really know until next season.

(I expect to be using this gif a lot in the next couple of weeks.)

So after they all jumped...

...things are upside down. Okay, I'll go with that.


Eerie as balls. The Doctor screams that there isn't a manual for this.

“God be with us all.” They are stuck in a tunnel and the only way to open the door is to...you guessed it, turn off the lights.

I should have kept a counter of how many times Amy said “Doctor” because it seems like that's the extent of her role in this episode, so far. I can only imagine Moffat's directions to Karen Gillan “hey, for this one, just look bug-eyed and say “Doctor” a lot, okay?”.

This guy went to check the “rad levels”. You idiot, first you take a Rad-X and then check the rad levels.

Btw, I didn't explain, but this is their “oxygen factory”. The angels need to breathe, too.

THAT GODDAMN BATMAN. So the Batman rift is...caused by the angels? Also, Amy is counting. Which is bad. Or good, if you are a small child learning how to count.

But the rift, in the Doctor's words, is...”extremely very not good”.