The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya

長門有希 Yuki Nagato "The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya" version

A week before the Hawaiian Vacation, I had bought the latest American Haruhi light novel, The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya. I figured that it was gonna be a good beach read. When we got to the 808 state, the first few days I didn’t even pick it up. Then at Ko Olina, bored silly with the fake Hawaii, I started to read it. In the trade winds it took a while to get into the story. Honestly, the first couple of Nagaru Tanigawa’s light novels were not that great. The first one, The Melancholy…, is fine but The Sigh… kind of stunk and The Boredom… was 2/4 a good read. I wasn’t looking forward to read this episode. I’m really waiting for the movie.

Yet, in the trade winds, on the beach, I couldn’t put the book down. I had finally found out why this series rocked.

It is all about the Nagato! Yuki plays a big important role in this book. And more Yuki the better.

It starts off the week before Christmas, and the SOS Brigade is gonna throw a nabe stew Christmas party. Its what Haruhi wants. The gang just goes along. Then, the world becomes a different place. Kyon meets the deadly Asakura again. Haruhi is no longer a student at North High. There is no SOS Brigade. And Yuki is human. Yuki Nagato is the only member of the Literature club, 100% human and shy, cute as all get out. She even asks Kyon to join. Who could not? But all is wrong and Kyon must find his way back to his reality.

So I blazed through this book in another day. Spent a sunny afternoon with it and hunkered down in an evening reading. Did this all in paradise. But I didn’t mind as this is the best book of the series so far.

Read it. You’ll love Nagato as well.

Now, I’m just waiting for the movie, and to see the human Nagato on screen.

Shojo Hermione Granger

Someone cool please write the Harry Potter wherein Hermione is in a shojo manga.

A muggle born girl finds out that she has been accepted into the prestigious Hogwarts Academy. When she arrives she has to negotiate through a new, magical setting and new, magical friends and/or rivals. She studies real hard to become one of the best students in her class and in all of Hogwarts, but finds that that is not enough to win the admiration of the school. She is overshadowed by Harry Potter. Harry Potter who seems to not do anything to achieve his standings. Harry Potter, mediocre in his studies. Harry Potter, mediocre in his magic. Harry Potter beloved by the school. Will this rivalry last throughout school and will it turn out to be something more? And what about Harry’s saucy sidekick, Ron Weasley. Quiet but friendly, Ron Weasley. Can he be the one?

Well, someone. Get started!

(I guess you really have to be into manga to understand how funny this would be. See Ouran High School Host Club, Kitchen Princess, etc.)

Ghostly things

Saturday night and I get home, plop on the couch in front of the TV, watch an hour, and then fall asleep. Television is still on. Earlier, I happened to run across AMC showing The Shining and made a mental note to avoid as the night got old. As I tossed and turned through the night on my uncomfortable couch I catch glimpses of what show is playing on the TV. In the quiet of the early morning, I see that the television is back to AMC. Jack Nicholson's frozen, grim visage greets my sleepy eyes as I try to focus on the television. How did I get back to AMC or did I not change the channel the last time to avoid this creep show? I don't think I did it, but I can't be too sure. I'm hoping for a better explanation, but there are goose bumps on my arms.I like all things creepy by which I mean mainly ghostly. A spectre haunts my imagination. Ghosts, to me, are a million times cooler than any vampire, werewolf, or zombie. It's because I can't really know if they aren't real or not. It's because the shades and spirits spring from my own imagination.I wonder why I like ghost stories so much. In my own library, I have several compilations of ghost stories. Plenty of old Victorian frights, some smattering of modern spooks, and plenty of early twentieth century ghosts. Authors as great as HG Wells, Mark Twain, and Ambrose Bierce have creepy stories. They fill several books with some scary things. These books' spines are well worn and plenty of pages are dog-eared. One of my favorites is from the Twilight Zone television show. In this book, there's the favorite "House on the Square" story. We tell this story all the time. I think it has to be a favorite just because of how it was introduced to me. The Twilight Zone book isn't mine. It's my older brother's. One night a long time ago in the house on Cedarhurst, the story kept him from sleeping, so naturally, he comes into my room to read it aloud. It's about ghost hunters debunking haunted places. One ghost hunter is a believer. The other is a skeptic. My brother then focuses on the central detail of the story — the Penang lawyer. It was one of the ghost hunters weapons, but was used in the house on the square to signal the arrival of danger. *KNOCK* went the Penang lawyer. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* again. After finishing the story, my brother went back to his room. *KNOCK* across the wall separating us. Ha-ha very funny, but very creepy as well. From that moment, I had to read the book, and since it is a favorite to look for some creepy stories.There are plenty other ghost stories I love — "The Shadow in the Corner," "The Judge's House," "The Red Room." All are frightening enough to have me leave the lights on before I close my eyes to sleep. I like the goose bumps I get from reading them. I like the hair on my neck to raise as I flip the page. I like that cold chill down the spine wondering if that creaking out in the hall is the house settling. I like ghost stories.

The Big Short

In my RSS reader, I have an category for economics. The feed fills up, but I don’t read everything in it, I usually mark all as read only looking for those pieces that look interesting. I like reading about economics because it helps me to understand how the money side of the world works. Most everything I read about makes me depressed or angry.

Along those lines, I picked up Michael Lewis’s The Big Short:Inside the Doomsday Machine. Lewis is good story-teller. He identifies a person or people at the center of a trend or situation and tell their tales. Often those tales make them into heroes. In Moneyball, Lewis writes about the rise of sabrmetricians in baseball with the Oakland Atheletic’s GM, Billy Beane, the living embodiment of the story. In The Blind Side, the hero is Michael Oher, a talented left tackle to bodyguard quarterbacks. In Liar’s Poker, the hero is the author the only sane person to realize that Wall Street is run by a bunch of crooks: smart people would best be served to avoid the ruthlessness of business.

In The Blind Side, the heroes are the people who made mad cash on the financial meltdown of 2000s. They took a look at the madness, saw it for what it was, and made bets against it. At first, they were incredulous that everyone didn’t see it their way. Then it began to bother them. They began to suspect that the financial industry was a bunch of hucksters making money any way they can, but especially by lying.

As I read this book, I was at first fascinated by the people who bet short against the market. They looked as if they were the only honest ones — honest with themselves and honest with their clients that the financial world is just a bunch of crooks. Then I read from my RSS feed which debunks The Big Short. After that, I didn’t find it so fascinating. I didn’t read it with much enthusiasm, and it got slower and less interesting.

For what it’s worth, the financial market and their handling of the mortgage crises is criminal. No one knew anything which lead the mortgage market susceptible to fraud and looting. The lenders making easy money made it easy to ignore their standards. The banks making easy money made it easy to leverage themselves dangerously. The investment firms making easy money made it easy to find new, more innovative ways to fuck us. They all lied to themselves. If they hadn’t learned, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

This is how our world works. It is run by a bunch of greedy crooks. They’ll fuck our shit up for their glory. Those who sell. Those who buy. Those who go long. Those who short. It is a game to make the most money any way possible.

I finished The Big Short earlier this week. What I know is this: the financial money racket is filled with assholes.

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Seriously? Comic books?

I am surprised that the Pulitzer people deem comics worthy of serious consideration of an artform. They’ve given a Pulitzer to Art Spiegelman’s Maus and lately they’ve awarded the Pulitzer for fiction to an otaku. Since I am myself a comic book fan, I’m glad that they do think it worthy of praise. So I searched out the one Pulitzer winner dealing with comic books and men in tights, Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay.

It’s the story of the infancy of the comic book industry in the United States. It covers the beginnings of the super hero genre from the introduction of Superman to the first twilight of the industry in the Congressional hearings into juvenile delinquency in the 50s. It the story of two cousins who embark on a blaze of creativity bringing into being several superheroes. It is the story of immigration and assimilation into the United States as all stories of the populace of the American people is really about. It is the story of Jews in America, and the story about escaping who we really are. They are looking for their own übermensch — the Golem or Warsaw, an alien from the planet Krypton, the un-imprisonable Escapist — to do battle with the Germans.

The plot follows Josef Kavalier as he escapes the Prague ghetto before its demise by the Nazis, flees to America, and becomes a comic book artist. The plot also involves Sammy Clay, Josef’s cousin and collaborator, and Rosa Saks the bohemian girl in love with Josef.

Kavalier and Clay begin with their super heroes a few months after the introduction of Superman. They create the Escapist, the super hero who cannot be confined by any jail, box or ropes. He fights to free people from injustice, and at the time he fights the Nazis. He is Kavalier and Clay’s Jewish super man. They also created Luna Moth, a sensual lady crime fighter, inspired by Rosa Saks. These two super heroes are their most famous creations.

Kavalier is the artist. He sees the potential artistry in the comic book medium, and he attempts to break out of the squares of the format. Clay is the prolific writer. He has plenty of stories to tell. He writes all their stories. Brothers by their pen, they create what becomes legend. They mix with the early comics industry making friends and making legends.

The book is written like Kavelier and Clay were real comic creators. Mixing the real New York city in as part of the milieu. Gotham. Metropolis. Empire City. America.

I really liked this book. The comics creation part early was the boring stuff. The story afterwards of the two creators is the important interesting part of the book. It wasn’t they who created art, but art created them. They lived their lives open and free in reaction to being comic creators. It makes me want to be a creator myself.

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Did I just read a cookbook?

I asked myself that question as I laid the Momofuku Cookbook down and hit the sack. Did I just read a cookbook like a regular book?

Indeed I did. It was that interesting. But I didn’t read it for the recipes. I read it for the story.

David Chang is pretty much as driven a chef as any other chefs are. That’s me being nice and not saying how much of an asshole chefs can be. They want perfection. They’ll get perfection any damn well way they want. That’s okay as long as they make great food.

From reading the book and glancing at the recipes, it seems like Chang does make great, tasty food.

Reading Techniques

Earlier tonight, me and the usual suspects were at our usual haunt, the bookstore. I didn’t bother getting a volume of manga or a book, because my nightstand is currently full. The seed did. I’m at the usual haunt so often that I’ve accumulated plenty of books. It may almost be impossible to read them all. Except that you buy them, you must read them.

Here’s how I am getting through them.

I’ve decided to read more than one book at a time. “Incredulous!” you say. But that is the only way you can get through the backlog. When you read a book, and you find that it sucks, but don’t want to not finish, then you’re stuck if you only read one at a time. If you’re on several books, you can always switch from the sucky one to the good one. It will take longer but you’ll eventually finish the sucky one.

I’ve also kept a bathroom book. When conducting you’re business, read a few pages or a chapter or two. But be careful, your may feet fall asleep.

Finally, know when to say when. If the book really does suck, and you wont finish it. Cut your losses. Start a new book. Forget the sucky one forever perhaps donate to library.

Those are some of the tips I shared with the usual suspects. If you’ve got more then feel free to share in comments.

On Reading

When does a book become worth it?

I have a nightstand full of books that I have started and never finished. Most of these I’ve made it to page 10 and just given up. Sometimes I’m even half way finished when the urge to stop reading hits and I stop reading never to return to the book again.

Yet, sometimes I read a book and it goes slow. I’ll slog through a few more pages expecting it to become another of those books on my nightstand, but within a few more pages, it becomes good. I find myself having a hard time putting it down. It becomes a book too good to pass up. Why does this happen?

My favorite book, The Silmarillion, by J.R.R Tolkien was one of those books that took me awhile to like. Started it twice before I finished it. It is surprising.

So, when does a become become worth it?

Nightstand

One of the two books I’m currently reading is The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz. And because I am not done it yet, I’m lolly-gagging around the internet looking for more information about it. You see, Díaz, sprinkles some spanish into his writing, and it takes me some time to decipher via context what he’s talking about. When I don’t completely pick up the gist of the spanish passage, I skip over them and continue on. But I found a site that annotates some passages of the book for you. So if you ever read it, check this site out.

I picked this book up, because I saw the blurb the author supplied on the back cover of Pluto, a manga by Naoki Urasawa. It’s an adaption and modernization of an Osamu Tezuka Astroboy story. When I read the quote, I thought that this Díaz fellow, a Pulitzer winner, likes manga? How geeky! Then reading Oscar Wao, you see how much of a geek this dude is: Marvel, DC comics, Robotech (Rick Hunter dude, not Rich!), Appleseed and anime. It’s included as well as other geeky tropes such as D&D, Tolkien and the bad luck with the female of the species. But it is a wonderful read, and I do get about 85% of the allusions to the geekdom.

Quote of the Day [9.10.08]

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back, ceaselessly into the past”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Great Gatsby”