Your favourite authors, and why?

[promethean75]

Serge and Lenny get kicked out of an all-night revival and are picked up by Zargoza, who was turned on to Led Zeppelin's fourth album recently and really likes it. They break into a rendition of Black Dog as they drive off....

https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkxo36SwkQrNb ... NOQYSU-uPR

[promethean75]

Two girls, City, who is British and Country, who is from Nebraska, i think, are somehow tied up in the running main plot of the briefcase pursuit... that, or are just involved in a subplot.

In this scene, they're hanging out in a motel room, taking bong hits, and Serge, who eschews drug use, tells them to leave. City leaves, but Country, who's now stoned, starts putting the moves on Serge...

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxVstYZqm5uw ... i51Mv51R2r

Note to Dorsey fans. I'm afraid to begin the third book, Orange Crush, because a hurricane appeared when i started the first two, each immediately upon beginning the audiobook. As i said before, i may have summoned the wrath of Serge A. Storms upon Florida merely by concentrating and focusing on the novel. By imagining the Florida described by Dorsey in his books, i give it a reality by envisioning it, see. Now it could be that Ron Desanctimonious has pissed Serge off of just the general Florida ethos of 2024 is disappointing to him. But in either case, just like that kid in The Never Ending Story who was reading the book and making that world exist, i have reanimated the characters of Dorsey's books, and their concentrated chaotic energy condensed into the destructive force of a cyclone.

I should probably wait a little while before i start the third one.

[Walker]

Joni Mitchell is another great lyricist, a favourite of mine and promethian’s.

This album in particular is genius.

Hejira
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AfPR_B ... Mw&index=5


I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen
Strains of Benny Goodman
Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years
We're only particles of change I know I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way

[Maia]

Joni Mitchell is another great lyricist, a favourite of mine and promethian’s.

This album in particular is genius.

Hejira
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AfPR_B ... Mw&index=5


I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen
Strains of Benny Goodman
Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years
We're only particles of change I know I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way

Thanks. I like Joni Mitchell, but hadn't heard that one before, I must admit. I think my favourites of hers are Both Sides Now and Big Yellow Taxi.

[Maia]

I've just finished a novel called Caedmon's Song by Peter Robinson, which turned out to be quite gripping. Set primarily in the various seaside resorts of the Yorkshire coast, a part of the world I know quite well, it's about a serial killer who targets female students. His first victim, however, survives, though badly disfigured and traumatised, and sets out to find him and seek revenge. The story follows her progress in this, and her emotional journey in coming to terms with the attack.

It may sound a bit bleak and violent from that description, but while aspects of it are, it's full of beautiful, lyrical writing, and is actually quite heart-breaking.

[promethean75]

Speaking of serial killers here's Sexy Sociologist Ted Bundy in typical conservative-republican fashion suggesting (okay, blaming) the liberating individualism of the 60s and 70s and the radical departure from traditional values for creating a dangerous environment for women in society, one which was exploited by all the 70s pervs.

He's right... but we'd not not give that freedom to people because sexy beasts like Ted can't control themselves around sexy independent 70s women in daisy dukes and knee-high tube socks. So we must reject sexy Ted's proposal. Folks like Ted are going to have to just deal with it and try not to be serial killers.

https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx5LoBL83I44 ... lbPGKGpWOx

[Maia]

Speaking of serial killers here's Sexy Sociologist Ted Bundy in typical conservative-republican fashion suggesting (okay, blaming) the liberating individualism of the 60s and 70s and the radical departure from traditional values for creating a dangerous environment for women in society, one which was exploited by all the 70s pervs.

He's right... but we'd not not give that freedom to people because sexy beasts like Ted can't control themselves around sexy independent 70s women in daisy dukes and knee-high tube socks. So we must reject sexy Ted's proposal. Folks like Ted are going to have to just deal with it and try not to be serial killers.

https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx5LoBL83I44 ... lbPGKGpWOx

It's pretty chilling, really. I don't know if there's any sort of workable solution, either, that balances freedom and safety.

[promethean75]

Well, Ted the Bundbarian is speaking in 1980 there... five years before forensic DNA analysis was possible. So, his general claim that things would get worse was a reasonable but inaccurate prediction. Rather than creating an ultra-conservative traditional society of nuclear families, just let science make it incredibly risky and difficult to get away with such crime and let women keep their freedom, mobility, and independence.

Basically, what sexy Ted is saying is that i shouldn't be able to look at porn and my sister shouldn't be able to ride her bike to the pizza parlor alone because he can't keep his pants on. That's not my or my sister's problem. How dare that sexy sonofabitch make such demands.and restrict our freedom!

[promethean75]

Listening to Teddy B. do these little third-person interviews sounding like a pseudo hannibal lecter all cool, intelligent, well-spoken, and measured makes me want to strangle him even though i hang in suspense on his every excessively verbal but insightful and analytical word so that i might better understand the insidious monster.

Every time he lays out some long articulate demarcation that sounds right out of one of his college psychology book chapters, i want to smack him.

They should have housed sexy Ted with Big Ed K. the 3rd. That's what i think. Eddie would have gone to work on sexy Ted and showed him just what doing psychology was all about. A higher IQ and with a genuine sense of compassion and regret for what he'd done, Eddie would've shaken Ted all up and down the block just like he did little Herbie (Herbert Mullin).

[promethean75]

See what you've done? You know I'm a hybristophile so why would you mention reading a true crime novel?

Check this SK trivia out. At one point, The Mad Titan was being held for examination at some facility, and they had administered some drug to help him cooperate and feel comfortable (a sedative of some sort) during the session. Toward the end, the doctor was called suddenly away and, before leaving, gave Eddie a shot of some kind of speed supposed to snap him out of his sedated state but that wigged him out for two days instead. Other doctors claimed that the doctor shouldn't have done it. During this period, he had this intense introspection going on and felt a sense of horror and repulsion at what he'd done. What happened? The ethical centers of his brain, his conscience, was turbo-boosted by the drug combination, and the reality of what he'd done came crashing down on him.

The psychedelic transformative experience of The Ogre of Aptos' inner-self by a prolonged derangement of the senses in a foreign and hostile environment (a prison).would certainly do the trick. The aggressive nature of the will is completely sapped, and the ogre can no longer defend itself or make excuses. Total resignation to the circumstances. He surrenders and, in doing so, feels contempt for himself for having to surrender... for being able only to surrender now. The drugs are amplifying a psychosomatic theater of anxiety and remorse in the ogre's mind, and he loses it.

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxzdnvIa3F6J ... NXIVKGTc21

[Maia]

See what you've done? You know I'm a hybristophile so why would you mention reading a true crime novel?

Check this SK trivia out. At one point, The Mad Titan was being held for examination at some facility, and they had administered some drug to help him cooperate and feel comfortable (a sedative of some sort) during the session. Toward the end, the doctor was called suddenly away and, before leaving, gave Eddie a shot of some kind of speed supposed to snap him out of his sedated state but that wigged him out for two days instead. Other doctors claimed that the doctor shouldn't have done it. During this period, he had this intense introspection going on and felt a sense of horror and repulsion at what he'd done. What happened? The ethical centers of his brain, his conscience, was turbo-boosted by the drug combination, and the reality of what he'd done came crashing down on him.

The psychedelic transformative experience of The Ogre of Aptos' inner-self by a prolonged derangement of the senses in a foreign and hostile environment (a prison).would certainly do the trick. The aggressive nature of the will is completely sapped, and the ogre can no longer defend itself or make excuses. Total resignation to the circumstances. He surrenders and, in doing so, feels contempt for himself for having to surrender... for being able only to surrender now. The drugs are amplifying a psychosomatic theater of anxiety and remorse in the ogre's mind, and he loses it.

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxzdnvIa3F6J ... NXIVKGTc21

I had to look up hybristophile, I must admit. True crime isn't a genre that I've read much of in the past, and the thing that initially attracted me to Caedmon's Song was its setting, the Yorkshire coast. I didn't really know what to expect, but it turned out to be a story about how an innocent girl, a student, full of life, with hopes and dreams for the future, is turned into, essentially, a serial killer herself, and we witness her transformation over the course of about a year or so. The original serial killer, who slashed and mutilated her, is hardly in the story at all, until towards the end. I think you'd definitely like Kirsten, the protagonist, if you're interested in serial killers and how they become what they are. There's also a plot device, or framing device I suppose, so that at first you have no idea who certain people are supposed to be, but it's actually really transparent, clearly deliberately so, and you soon realise exactly what's going on.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Caedmons-Song- ... B003GK20Z4

[Maia]

I've started reading Aftermath by the same author, Peter Robinson, who wrote Caedmon's Song. After finishing the latter I did a bit of research and it turns out that Peter Robinson is best known for writing a series of crime novels featuring a character named Inspector Banks, 28 of them in fact, also set mainly in Yorkshire. Caedmon's Song, which he wrote quite early in his career, is not one of these, and although it was originally a standalone novel, years later, apparently, he continued its story, somehow, or at any rate alluded to it, in an Inspector Banks novel called Friend of the Devil, which was itself a sequel to one called Aftermath. I was so intrigued by the character of Kirsten in Caedmon's Song, wanting very much to know what happened to her, that I've decided to plunge in, though I've avoided reading reviews in case of spoilers.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Aftermath-Insp ... B003DWC6NQ

[promethean75]

So, this Kirsten is one of those antihero vigilante situations where the audience sympathizes and admires her despite her murderous behavior. The good bad guys out to get revenge against the bad bad guys.

The only serial killer fiction i ever read was Intensity by Dean Koontz. He's more of a mainstream mass-production writer, and most of his novels aren't terribly long or eloquent. Solid though for a quick read.

"Obsessed with the "intensity" of any particular experience, sensory and existential, Vess styles himself as a "homicidal adventurer" and has killed continually since childhood."

At one point after Vess eats a spider he finds at the top of the stairs of a house he's invaded, Koontz dedicates like two whole pages to developing Vess and his 'sensationism' by becoming all philosophical like Hume or something. There is no self, and awareness is subsumed wholly by engagement with immediate sensation of some sort, etc., etc. I was impressed with how Koontz did it, anyway.

But Vess is a bad bad guy, certainly not like Kirsten. That's to say he can't be admired in the same way.

And wouldn't you know it? The asshole even owns two dobermans, one of them named Nietzsche. Lol, that's Koontz trying to intrigue his more intellectual readers by dropping that name and giving more substance to Vess and his psychopathy.

[promethean75]

Oh wait, an important post-script. I'm not the sexually-aroused-by-serial-killers hybristophile type, nor am i gay or bi-sexual even though i know, as we all do and must, that sexy Ted is sexy.

But I just like the subject because it's one of the best studies of one of the darkest features of mankind.

And I've also always thought, as a sport paranormalist and metaphysician, that if there were such things as evil spirits, demons and the sort described in the religions, they would be found here most easily. That, and these guys are just fascinating anyway... not in the sense of some morbid admiration but in a psychological and scientific sense and relevancy.

[attofishpi]

i know, as we all do and must, that sexy Ted is sexy.

No, Ted is not sexy. Ted (to me) looks like a poof.

Now, Brad Pitt...that's a sexy man. He looks tough and has a good physique..he looks like a real man...that is sexy. I understand why women across the globe find him sexy.

The only woman I know on this forum that doesn't find him sexy is Maia (for obvious reasons) ...however, I am certain if Maia did the hands on approach she'd agree with me and the rest of the global population of women that Brad Pitt, is indeed, a sexy man.