September 3rd, 2009

Willow

The constant itch

I've had hives pretty much all week and have begun to live on antihistamines. Yesterday my eyes were uncomfortable but this morning I woke up with hives in my eyes - or at least on my eyelids. It's pretty uncomfortable and hard to focus - my eyes feel gritty and swollen and a leeetle bit blurry. I'm itchy all over - in my nostrils and my ears and everywhere.

I stripped my diet all the way back to plain pasta and rice and whatever yesterday but it'll probably take a couple more days for the hives to settle down. And probably longer than that to desensitise. Sigh. Lots of bland food in my near future.

When I was first sick, like in 2000 or 2001, I had to go a whole year on a basic diet. Eventually I could ease back, not fully but much less restrictively. And it's been ok for about 8 years. So I know this won't kill me and there is life beyond this.

And at the moment, I'm at that point where things I love but am intolerant of are not even remotely tempting - the price ain't worth it.

I'm mostly offline for a bit.

Horn

Horn Spotting Ahoy!

Yay, my favourite sport!!!

The unbelievably awesome narrelle has reviewed Horn over at her blog.

I also approve when people take two apparently disconsonant ideas and smash them together - particularly when the result is entertaining.

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But the whole thing is sparkier than the old fashioned hard-boiled detective story, which is after all over 60 years old as a genre and often rendered more as a cliche than as the Maltese Falcon. This is where blending it with fantasy works so well for it. A genre that can be so, well, airy-fairy, so high-brow and wispy and mystic, crashing into the low-down, grungy, gutter world creates a fabulous frisson and makes something entirely new.

Parts of this book are grotesque and horrific, but importantly not, I felt, gratuitous. I can't talk too much about it without giving away vital plot elements, but certainly it's not a scene for the squeamish. The appalling nature of it is pivotal to the plot, however, and Aster's reaction to it gives it gravity.

Horn is a novella, a fast read at 80 pages - a short, sharp uppercut of a book. Parts of it are hard and ugly, as they need to be for this kind of story, but it's also a ripping yarn. It may leave you desperate for whisky and a cigarette, but you'll finish it knowing you've fought the good fight.


She said other cool stuff - go read the rest of the review.