{"id":540,"date":"2005-02-10T19:41:00","date_gmt":"2005-02-10T19:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2005\/02\/br2-susannah-clarke-bone-and-cerebus\/"},"modified":"2005-02-10T19:41:00","modified_gmt":"2005-02-10T19:41:00","slug":"br2-susannah-clarke-bone-and-cerebus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2005\/02\/br2-susannah-clarke-bone-and-cerebus\/","title":{"rendered":"BR2, Susannah Clarke, Bone and Cerebus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>Battle Royale<\/i> lovers be warned &#8211; <i>Battle Royale 2: Requiem<\/i> is to the first movie what <i>Kisna<\/i> is to <i>Lagaan<\/i>. Overblown acting, choppy cinematography, less-than-a-quarter-baked character developement, and a storyline that makes you want to gouge your eyes out and promise never to overestimate a movie sequel, even though it&#8217;s Japanese and claims to be &#8220;Asian Extreme Cinema&#8221;. To think I <i>almost<\/i> ordered this movie from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.cd-wow.com\">cd-WOW<\/a> a couple of months ago, and stopped myself because of this vague hope of finding it in National Market sometime. I did,on Monday night. Watched it. Yeaagh!<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">*  *  *<\/div>\n<p>And come to think of it, I have been watching too many movies lately. 26 movies in January, and 9 so far this month. Part of this is because of the DVDs I&#8217;ve been finding at National Market. <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">*  *  *<\/div>\n<p>England, London in particular, as visualized by Ms Susannah Clarke in the exquisite <i>Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell<\/i> haunted me for a week in January. It took me that much time to read the 800-odd page book. This hasn&#8217;t really happened before, my reading a paragraph and then rereading it. Generally, it is the story that takes me forward, rather than the prose. Susannah Clarke, however, made me pause and savour the rain-soaked, fog-swept streets and alleys of nineteenth century London, a world which has some shades of our world, and some of its own; the characters &#8211;  quaint, unfantasylike names ( I absolutely hate fantasy stories have an overdose of z&#8217;s and x&#8217;s and q&#8217;s in the names of the characters) and demeanour. It&#8217;s not an action-packed magicfest, nope. Reading <i>Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell<\/i> is more like a brisk walk on a misty winter morning &#8211; you know the chill isn&#8217;t going to last, and you know beautiful sights lie in store for you once the sun comes up. You shiver once in a while, wishing you were safely under your blanket in bed, but at the end, there&#8217;s nothing really like walking alone on a wintry morning. Call it English Magic, if you will.<\/p>\n<p>Just when I was done with the book, I had the one-volume <i>Bone<\/i>, by Jeff Smith, delivered to me. Now I have read parts of <i>Bone<\/i>, mind you. Scattered issues towards the beginning, and a couple of story-arcs in the middle. But the joy of reading the complete story, end to end, is something that really cannot be expressed in words. <i>Bone<\/i> is funny one moment, touching the next, and the more I progress, the more of an epic heroic fantasy it&#8217;s trying to become. How can anyone not fall in love with the Moby-Dick loving Fone Bone, the guy whose hat bursts into flame the first time he sees Thorn bathing in the river? How can you not root for Gran&#8217;ma Rose as she races her cows? Yes, you heard that right, she races cows. She runs. I would <i>kill<\/i> to have a grandmother that can run neck-to-neck with a cow and occasionally pound those stupid, stupid rat creatures to a pulpy quiche. <\/p>\n<p>And now that I am about to finish the <i>Bone<\/i> volume, I just got five volumes of the <i>Cerebus<\/i> trade paperbacks delivered to me yesterday. Three of them autographed by Dave Sim and Gerhard. Muhuhahahahaha.<\/p>\n<p>Life is pretty much fun. I reserve the mornings for reading and the nights for movies, and I slog my ass off in the daytime. Suits me fine, I say.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Battle Royale lovers be warned &#8211; Battle Royale 2: Requiem is to the first movie what Kisna is to Lagaan. 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