avoid post-apocalyptic fiction. even if it is a Pulitzer Prize winner.
seriously.
i’m currently reading “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy. it’s an amazing book… a gripping tale of a struggle of a boy and his father on post apocalyptic Earth. everything is burnt and destroyed, and the dead, grey land is littered with ashes and bands of men who have gone cannibalistic to survive. it’s terrifying. but i can’t put it down, even though i know how it’s going to end already. books with “happily ever afters” don’t win Pulitzer Prizes. the writing style is a little different than what i’m used to, but i still want to read the whole thing- even if i’m in tears by the end of it.
there’s a movie coming out soon. here’s a link to some info, and a trailer.
from watching the trailer, they stick really, really close to the book. it’s not hard to believe, since the book itself almost reads like a movie script. i’m only half way through it, and already i was able to pick out specific parts that are in the book, that are put in the screenplay exactly as i imagined it. which is pretty damn scary.
no more well written post apocalyptic literature/movies.
none.
my delicate psyche just can’t handle the fear.
Continue reading *Note To Self* (The Road)
Saturnine- 1 : born under or influenced astrologically by the planet Saturn
2 a : cold and steady in mood : slow to act or change b : of a gloomy or surly disposition c : having a sardonic aspect <a saturnine smile>
Saint Saturnine [according to Wikipedia]
Her legend states that she came from a noble German family (her father was a king), and that she took a vow of celibacy at the age of twelve. When her parents forced her into marriage when she turned twenty, she fled from Germany into France. The man to whom she had been promised, a Saxon lord, pursued her into France after receiving approval to do so from Saturnina’s parents. He found her hiding with some shepherds at Arras; she had been working as a maidservant. He attempted to rape her, and when she resisted him, he decapitated her.
The lord miraculously drowned in a fountain, and Saturnina then carried her own head in her hands, and as witnessed by the townspeople, carried her head to the church of St. Remi, which was in the next village: Sains-Les-Marquion. She was then buried there. Another tradition states that Saturnina placed her head on a stone at Sains-lès-Marquion, proclaiming herself to be the last human sacrifice the town would ever suffer.
i’m in a bit of a saturnine mood today. got nothing to say, i suppose.
ocean waves reflected in her eyes as they crashed about her bare feet. the salty water slowly crept up the hem of her filmy white dress as she walked forward, her fingertips stretched down as they yearned to be submerged. she turned her head a fraction, eyes clear as sea glass but full of intention, and cast him a saturnine smile before she dove into the waves, and was never seen again.
Continue reading Webster’s Wednesday: Saturnine
my husband went vegetable/fruit shopping at the city market the other day. one thing you are always guaranteed to find in City Market, regardless of the city, is interesting things. the people, the things they sell- it’s all very unique, and most of the time the City Market is in the heart of the city…where all the action’s at. probably why i don’t go there very often. even something as simple as buying a bag of apples can turn into an interesting experience.
this is an apple we found.
ain’t it cool?
i like this picture.
how does this even grow like that???
one last picture, just to give you another perspective
Continue reading How ’bout This Apple?
