Thinking about it only makes it worse…

Need the entirety of modern life related back to a Mitchell and Webb sketch? No me neither, but if you did David Mitchell has you covered.
Don’t get me wrong, I am an unashamed sychophant when it comes to his writing…and it takes alot of self referential segues before I start to cringe. But the glass has shattered, and I have reached that point where every reference is so glaringly dissociated from the rest of the text that it may as well have neon lights surrounding it. I’m sure that this is what many people reading his books expect, the little mid rant nod and wink, just to remind them that “he’s on tv, you know”.
And he and the people who have worked with him on Peep Show and That Mitchell and Webb Look have much to be proud of, but I don’t personally need my hand held, I’m aware I’m reading a book… and I’m quite fine with that.
That little quarm aside I thoroughly enjoyed this collection of rants collumns, and it was lovely to read fresh (for me at least) material from David Mitchell. I giggled… a lot.
Read this book… It’s at the Albury Library in the non fiction section… or you could like buy it or something…
P.S. Working without spellcheck again… pardon any errors please and thank you
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“They be nowt but air-blebs” – Bram Stoker’s Dracula

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After the eerie subtlety of Henry James’s Turn of the Screw it has come as quite a shock to be confronted by the chilling, violence of Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
A bit of context for this reading:
As a child nothing terrified me so much as vampires. The viewing of a 10 second snippet of Interview with the Vampire at the age of 7 was enough to keep me awake at night, and a Goosebumps book or two had me convinced that vampires were everywhere. I even became convinced on a holiday to visit extended family that our hosts were all vampires, particularly my tiny 4 year old cousin. Because if there was anything that my brief education of vampires had taught me, it was that they had no quarms feeding on the young. Even to this day, and I consider myself to be a skeptic, I still find myself hiding, unusually well for a less than petite, 6 foot oaf, under my doona and looking over my shoulder at night after reading or watching anything involving vampires.
So I may be more susceptible to this particular variety of gothic horror than others. I have tried to read Dracula several times with limited success.
In short I am a wuss so please remember that when reading this.
Back to the novel at hand:
I would describe Dracula as a brutish but inventive example of the genre. The mix of realism and horror, combined with the use of journals and letters rather than a more direct narrative approach gives the impression of the tale unravelling as you read, which is what you expect from a good story, but with Dracula the unravelling is a bit more like barbed wire than yarn cutting and catching the reader as it goes. Flawed metaphor… I totally get that, but hopefully you see where I’m going with it.
One of the revelations upon this reading of Dracula is the strength of the character of Mina for the time Bram Stoker was writing. Actually there are quite a few progressive gems to be found within the text that I only found this time around.

High point: Mina and the strength that she shows and is acknowledged for.

Low point: A few random acts of barbarism that serve no narrative purpose.

Grim moment: Renshaw replicating a sadistic food chain in his cell in the asylum

Funny moment: The old man saying that old legends, ghosts and superstitions are “nowt but air-blebs”

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The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

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Taken from momentum books. Com. Au

The place, Henry James’s Turn of the Screw, has secured as one of the key psychological and gothic horror novels is certainly evident, even from a cursory reading. But let me first say one thing about Turn of the Screw;
That shit is creepy as fuck

Nothing much really, or at least concretely, happens of a horrific nature, all of the fear or unease comes from the fallibility of the governess as a narrator. The text invites speculation about the nature of corruption, sanity and innocence, predominently through inference. It is the shifting and vague nature of the novel which makes it a bewildering and worrying tale, even though none of the suspicions the governess has about her two creepy child charges are ever made explicit. Is she going crazy?
Other critiques of the tale have illuded to the sudden ending being an “incomplete” ending. But I would argue that we can derive something of a conclusion, albeit not an all encompassing one, from the introduction of the story by Douglas at the very beginning, who knew her after her time at Bly.
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