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(Is it me or is the use of additional vowels in names like “Iain” and “Niall” somehow intriguing?)
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Flag on the play! Shawn Amos at GetBack.com, for unneccessary roughness and roughing the kicker, 15 yard penalty.
There’s a place for cheesy love songs. It’s right alongside Lifetime movies, high school poetry, and Harlequin novels. All of them take perfectly valid, real emotions and inflate them to such histrionic heights that all the love is replaced with syrupy cliches. And cavities. Subtlety has no place in a cheesy ballad. Every emotion is supersized. Super sincerity, super compassion, super feeling, super togetherness. It’s a super-sensitive nightmare living in that musical purgatory called “adult contemporary” or “soft rock.”
Yes, yes, there are certainly novels out there with histrionic supersized telegraphed emotions in the narrative. These are the novels I’m likely to avoid, or, barring that, shake a finger at for being annoying.
Furthermore, “More than Words” by Extreme may be cheezy, but it’s sneaky-pants subversive as a power ballad, because underneath all the harmony and the acoustic guitar is a straight up plead for some mad, bad fucking. If you listen to the lyrics, the dude is saying, “If you really want me to believe that you love me, fuck me already. Or, a blow job at least. Come on, now. Literally.”
That section alone gives me reassurance that Mr. Amos wouldn’t know subversion if it bit him on the ass while singing some Air Supply.
[Thanks to Aubrey for the link.]
To wash that bad taste out of your mouth, enjoy this interesting link, courtesy of Nana, about a very sexy Martha Washington, First Lady of the first American president, George Washington. Not only was she mighty intelligent and quite a stylish lady, but she was a fan of romance novels.
Contrary to popular opinion, Martha was not fat when she married George, Lengel said, adding that she loved reading Gothic romance novels and was a much sought-after diminutive beauty who handily managed five plantations left to her when her first husband died.
Portraying Martha as dumpy served to foster a sense of legitimacy for the fledgling nation, said Emily Shapiro, a curator at Mount Vernon, the Washington home near Alexandria, Va.
“The country was still so young,” she said. “I think it was reassuring to see its leaders as older, distinguished, stately and gray-haired people.”
I don’t know if grey and stately wins points with me, though I’m am an odd sample. I must say, that portrait of Martha Washington, coupled with her land management acumen and her love of gothic romance, makes me way, WAY more curious about her. To say nothing of the purple sequin high heels!
[Thanks also to SonomaLass via Scalzi for the link.]