I read the first volume of Chew which I really liked! The art is fun and the ideas are so crazy that even though I'm not a huge fan of food, I can't help but have fun with them.
Right now I'm reading through Ursula K. Le Guin's short story collection The Birthday of the World and Other Stories. She's already one of my favorite authors of all time, but the more I read of her, the more I fall in love with her stuff. One story in particular, "Solitude," just made me break down into tears. I'm trying to explain the feeling that Le Guin captures in most of her stories. Nostalgia might be the word. From both her worlds and characters, you feel how utterly time has passed and how you can't ever go back. But there is a joy in that it did happen.
I think she describes it best herself in the foreword which I tend to enjoy reading as much as her stories: "I went out to a place somewhat like the Earth we used to write about in the sixties and seventies when we believed in Atomic Holocaust and the End of the World as We Know It. I still believe in Atomic Holocaust, you betcha, but the time for writing stories about it is not now, and the world as I knew it has already ended several times." Just that last line.
I'm excited that I'm reading fiction again. I've felt like I haven't been able to enjoy it in so long. And Ursula K. Le Guin does stuff so naturally that I look at other authors and wonder why they haven't caught up yet. I love science fiction and fantasy, but these genres (as well as more "literary" fiction) have so many problems with gender and race that reading most novels just ends up making me more depressed than happy.
Right now I'm reading through Ursula K. Le Guin's short story collection The Birthday of the World and Other Stories. She's already one of my favorite authors of all time, but the more I read of her, the more I fall in love with her stuff. One story in particular, "Solitude," just made me break down into tears. I'm trying to explain the feeling that Le Guin captures in most of her stories. Nostalgia might be the word. From both her worlds and characters, you feel how utterly time has passed and how you can't ever go back. But there is a joy in that it did happen.
I think she describes it best herself in the foreword which I tend to enjoy reading as much as her stories: "I went out to a place somewhat like the Earth we used to write about in the sixties and seventies when we believed in Atomic Holocaust and the End of the World as We Know It. I still believe in Atomic Holocaust, you betcha, but the time for writing stories about it is not now, and the world as I knew it has already ended several times." Just that last line.
I'm excited that I'm reading fiction again. I've felt like I haven't been able to enjoy it in so long. And Ursula K. Le Guin does stuff so naturally that I look at other authors and wonder why they haven't caught up yet. I love science fiction and fantasy, but these genres (as well as more "literary" fiction) have so many problems with gender and race that reading most novels just ends up making me more depressed than happy.