Apr 15, 2010

Mr. X

Megan, you disappeared off the face of the Earth and abandoned James Dashner and all of your loyal readers. What happened?

Well, faithful audience, I am not entirely sure what happened to me, but I blame Mr. X and maybe you should too.

It seems like every spring or pre-spring time speeds up for me and I move through the world in slow motion. I get nothing done but the world races around without me. Days pass, then weeks pass, and it is months later and I am still sitting on the spot on the couch.

It isn’t like I completely abandoned my life, but I definitely did not accomplish everything I wanted to for James Dashner month.  See after I asked my social life to calm down, well it kind of listened and I guess I wasn’t prepared for that so I started feeling really bored and set out to find my social life again.  I really want to thank all the great contributors to James Dashner Month. They really help the illusion that James Dashner is worthwhile in some way. I hope he wasn’t paying attention though cause he might go and get big headed.

Please check out my guest posts if you haven’t. I know my contributors put a lot of time into them.
Pussreboots Guest Post – Exploring the Maze
Carrie’s Guest Post – James Dashner and the Male Reader
Guest Review of The Maze Runner from The Calico Critic
Reasons Why – James Dashner Month Day 8
James Dashner Month – Day 4 – Guest Review

Then head on over to their blogs and say, thanks for your genius.
Books and Movies
Chick Loves Lit
Puss Reboots
The Calico Critic

Then head to James Dashner’s blog and say, thanks for your stupidity.

make-good-silhouette-200X200 Then ask Mr. X why he was bored by my blog when the whole month was dedicated to James Dashner and it didn’t make any sense because he didn’t really know who James was and he didn’t really care. And who is Mr. X anyway. Well, the truth is I can’t tell you.  If I could tell you I would be using a name instead of just a letter to indentify this man in my life. Mr. X pulled me into a time warp, made time bend into next Tuesday and made every single one of my readers disappear. Yes, Mr. X is THAT powerful.

Mr. X also single handedly allowed for the publication of each of James Dashner’s books even though he had/s no idea who James is, some how it is only through Mr. X’s existence that Mr. Dashner has achieved even a minimal amount of success.

Okay, the previous paragraph was a complete fabrication.

Also, supposedly, some day Mr. X is going to stop by the blog for a guest post or two.  See, by calling him out on the blog he cannot refuse me. By protecting his identity with an amusing code name, I will fail in creating shame when he doesn’t follow through.

Goodbye my readers!
Until we meet again.

Apr 14, 2010

South of Broad Blog Tour

We interrupt our regularly scheduled science fiction fare for something quite different. Something so momentous and so amazing it has been several years in the making.  Well, in all honesty, I am really just mixing metaphors for my own amusement.  Today I am Conroy_Patbringing you into the world of my favorite author of all time.  I never really passionately held a strong belief in the writing talent of a single author until I read my first novel by Pat Conroy and became instantly enamored. It was as I was pouring through the open0553574574.01.LZZZZZZZ ing pages of Beach Music that I discovered in a single book all the things I loved about the English language and all the ways I wanted it to be used.

Mr. Conroy writes these sweeping epics of family drama and love and loss in a way that makes my heart sing with the pure joy of reading the words. When I first read Beach Music I was feeling a little blue and looking for something to lift my spirits.  Beach Music is not a light romance like I was somehow expecting. It begins with tragedy enough to make you sob for days and yet somehow the prose still lifted my spirit.

The publication of a new novel from Pat Conroy has been promised for years and it finally happened one day when I wasn’t looking. South of Broad starts with the same overwhelming prose that made me fall in love with Mr. Conroy the first time I flipped open Beach Music and stayed up half the night gripped in its clutches.  South of Broad is set in the lavishly described Charleston, South Carolina. The novel starts with a prologue that paints for the reader an amazingly vivid portrait of this city and what it means to the man whose story we will soon be traveling through.


“Everything I reveal to you now will be Charleston-shaped and Charleston-governed, and sometimes even Charleston-ruined.”

Leopold Bloom King is the second son born to a Ulysses obsessed mother who named both her son’s after James Joyce’s novel.  When the novel begins Leo is still a very young man and already his life seems to be ruined by the tragic circumstances around him. While many of Conroy’s previous works have dealt with tragedy the detail in this novel seem so forward and heavy handed with out the language to hold the events up and float the reader along through the hard parts.  It is true that life itself is hard, but when I am face with it in fiction I just want to turn away.  It takes some very strong writing to pull me through an emotionally difficult book. South of Broad seems front loaded with exposition and is lacking the charm I expect from this talented author.

I read this author for his writing more than his story. His characters are compelling, but in South of Broad I didn’t connect as deeply with them as I did in some of his previous works.

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