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I talk too much…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , on November 28, 2014 by Mj Rains


I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed. – from Nightwood by Djuna Barnes

Pride and Prejudice…and Zombies…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2014 by Mj Rains


The app to have this week!! Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. This interactive book app is very cool, very creepy, and a strange reworking of the classic literary story Jane Austin.


As the story goes, the Bennett girls are not only looking for suitable husbands but are, of course, trained in the fine art of zombie killing in this post zombie-apocalyptic Austin world. Mr. Darcy, as mysterious as ever, is a force to be reckoned with, not just because of his wealth, handsomeness and hot snottiness.

A touch on a certain icon on each page screen opens a cute cutting blood spurt or a reveal of the subject at hand. Music background included.


The app runs well on my iPad mini, but a little sticky on my ancient iPhone 4. All in all a cool Halloween treat for us literary bibliophiles.

Happy Halloween and happy reading!

The Black Notebook…

Posted in Books with tags , , , on October 25, 2014 by Mj Rains


My black notebook now begins, and still smells of earth: at one time it was buried in our basement and bloomed with dark-green spots of mould. – Nina Berberova

From The Italics Are Mine

Image: The Wit Continuum

Folding it in half…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 10, 2014 by Mj Rains

pete yorn and scarlett johanssonA short piece from A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan….

Yet each disappointment Ted felt in his wife, each incremental deflation, was accompanied by a seizure of guilt; many years ago, he had taken the passion he felt for Susan and folded in it half, so he no longer had a drowning, helpless feeling when he glimpsed her beside him in bed: her ropy arms and soft, generous ass.  Then he folded it in half again, so when he felt desire for Susan, it no longer brought with it an edgy terror of never being satisfied.  Then in half again, so that feeling desire entailed no immediate need to act.  Then in half again, so he hardly felt it.  His desire was so small in the end that Ted could slip it inside his desk or a pocket and forget about it, and this gave him a feeling of safety and accomplishment, of having dismantled a perilous apparatus that might have crushed them both.  Susan was baffled at first, then distraught; she’d hit him twice across the face; she’d run from the house in a thunderstorm and slept at a motel; she’d wrestled Ted to the bedroom floor in a pair of black crotchless underpants.  But eventually a sort of amnesia had overtaken Susan; her rebellion and hurt had melted away, deliquesced into a sweet, eternal sunniness that was terrible in the way that life would be terrible, Ted supposed, without death to give it gravitas and shape. He’d presumed at first that her relentless cheer was mocking, another phase in her rebellion, until it came to him that Susan had forgotten  how things were between them before Ted began to fold up his desire;  she’d forgotten and was happy – had never not been happy – and while all of this bolstered his awe at the gymnastic adaptability of the human mind, it also made him feel that his wife had been brainwashed.  By him.

Image: Break Up photo shoot with Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson

I could spend days here…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2013 by Mj Rains

i could spend days here

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