So this week I’m reading The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, a horror/dark fantasy/historical/possibly semi-autobiographical novel by the violinist and pop/punk/cabaret/sort-of-unclassifiable singer Emilie Autumn.
Pippi Longstockings is NOT in the house.
So this week I’m reading Three Moments of an Explosion, a collection of short stories by one of my favorite writers, China Miéville:
This week I’m partway through another dead tree book, A Family Affair, the final “proper” (i.e., written by Rex Stout) Nero Wolfe novel, although after this I do still have a book containing a few stories that were discovered and published posthumously. As for the other posthumous”Nero Wolfe” books, well, we aleady discussed how those don’t exist …
Not to be confused with “Family Affair”, “All in the Family”, “An Affair to Remember”, or anything written by Robert Goldsborough.
This week I’m reading Death Warmed Over, by Kevin J. Anderson:
This week I was reading The Vagrant, by Peter Newman, in which Ted Danson, Steve Guttenberg, Tom Selleck, and a baby wander through a post-apocalyptic wasteland that―oh, wait, sorry, that was Three Men and a Baby. No, in The Vagrant, there’s just one man, a baby, and a goat. And, eventually, a few hangers-on. They are definitely wandering through a post-apocalyptic wasteland, though.
This week I was reading Please Pass the Guilt, another (gasp!) dead tree book, and the next to last in the proper Nero Wolfe canon. (I’ll just pretend that the Nero Wolfe books written by authors who aren’t named Rex Stout don’t exist, in much the same way I pretend that the “Matrix” film series consists of only one movie.)
This week, having finished with Alice, I have moved on to another quasi-fairy (or is that faerie?) tale, The Darkest Part of the Forest, by Holly Black, of Coldest Girl in Coldtown fame.
