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A genuinely brutal book to read. One of the few I had to read for a course that was actually worth reading. To get much more harsh you need Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. Yes he was a commie fuck but damn what a book.
What are you reading right now?
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The Case Against The Sexual Revolution: A New Guide To Sex In The 21st Century by Louise Perry
This is a book dealing with the effects of the sexual revolution of the 60s and it's affects on modern society. We here on the farms have read at least one article by her, that I know of. Suffice to say, this is a book by a feminist and has the intellectual chops to match. Riding this current trend of sex-negative feminism. I could give a long account as to why this book is not only wrong on several matters, but frankly insulting. Instead I'll let Mrs. Perry hang herself with her own words.
If you would like a copy to read, you can find it for free at Library Genesis.
This is a book dealing with the effects of the sexual revolution of the 60s and it's affects on modern society. We here on the farms have read at least one article by her, that I know of. Suffice to say, this is a book by a feminist and has the intellectual chops to match. Riding this current trend of sex-negative feminism. I could give a long account as to why this book is not only wrong on several matters, but frankly insulting. Instead I'll let Mrs. Perry hang herself with her own words.
In 2015, Andrew Norfolk, chief investigative reporter for The Times, gave a lecture on the four years he and his colleagues had spent reporting on child sexual abuse committed by gangs in British cities, including Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford and Oxford. He described the experiences of a victim whose case had stuck in his mind:
"One of the victims was a girl from Essex, but she’d been put into a children’s home in Rotherham, and she was the only resident of that children’s home … In two months in that home she’d gone missing fifteen times, for periods ranging from a day to a fortnight, and on one of those missing nights she’d been taken to a house, put blind drunk into a bedroom, and cars had started arriving from all across Greater Manchester. Men were queueing on the stairs and on the landing outside the bedroom and the jury heard that fifty men had had sex with that girl in one night. She was a child.1"
At exactly the same time, on the other side of the Atlantic, Kacey Jordan’s porn career was already under way. Aged eighteen, Jordan had starred in porn films, including All Teens 3, Barely 18 38, Barely Legal 80, Just Legal Babes 2 and Don’t Let Daddy Know 4. Despite being legally an adult, Jordan looked unusually young – petite with slim hips and small breasts – meaning that she was still able to star convincingly in ‘teen’ porn into her early twenties. In her most famous scene, fifty-eight amateurs (that is, ordinary men) took turns to ejaculate over her naked, childlike body.
At the age of twenty-two, Jordan livestreamed a suicide attempt over YouTube. She is now attempting to rebuild her life. In a 2018 interview, she spoke about her many plastic surgeries: ‘I wanted to reinvent myself … one of the reasons for the boob job was that the fetishists were into the idea of me being underage, because it’s rare for a grown adult like me to have the body of a 14 year old. That was why I sold so much porn.’2 Years on, Jordan is able to speak candidly about how naiveté and grinding poverty led her into the sex industry. As a younger woman, though, she took a very different view, insisting point blank that she was a consenting adult who was free to do as she wished. Having reached her eighteenth birthday, she was legally entitled to give this response. The victim of the Rotherham gang, still a child, was not.
For practical reasons, the age of consent has to serve as a legal bright line, separating statutory rape from consensual sex. There is no other way that the law could function.
Although young people undoubtedly mature at different rates, and the transition from childhood to adulthood is, like night turning to day, a gradual process, we have to establish an arbitrary marker. At 11pm, she is a child; at midnight, she becomes an adult. That’s how it has to be.
But we all know that in the real world that doesn’t quite work. If we recoil from Norfolk’s account of fifty men queuing up to sexually violate a teenage girl who had been abandoned by the state services tasked with protecting her, how can we then watch video of a young woman only a few years older, looking just as much like a child, being violated by even more men, without a similar response? The sore, torn orifices are the same. The exhaustion and disorientation are the same. The men aroused by using and discarding a young woman presented to them as a ‘teen’ are also much the same.
This chapter is about the predatory nature of the porn industry and its destructive effects on the people involved in it. It’s also about the idea of sexual consent, because the only defence that the porn industry has, when presented with its hideous list of crimes, is its own version of the sexual liberation narrative: everyone is consenting, everyone is an adult, the women like it, and who are you to say otherwise?
Now, we might respond by pointing out that actually not everyone is an adult, and not everyone is consenting, in the narrow legal sense of the word, given the very many images of children and non-consenting adults that can be found even on the most mainstream porn platforms. But the industry and its defenders are quick to dismiss such examples as outliers, swivelling back to the ‘happy hookers’ who prop up its reputation. And as long as those women are old enough, (moderately) sane enough, and don’t say ‘no’ at the crucial moment, then they reach the legal consent threshold and the industry can do with them what it likes.
But consent has more layers to it than that. There is the barest definition of the term on which we have to rely in a court of law – did she and could she say ‘no’? – but there is also a thicker meaning. And here I’m afraid we’re going to have to let go of seductively simple ideas about consent derived from liberal individualism. I’m going to argue that, although ‘but she consented’ may do as a legal defence, it is not a convincing moral defence.
This woman is like a troon in her level of insanity. I feel sick re-reading this and angry at the brazen nature with which she cheapens the racist gang rape of a child.
"One of the victims was a girl from Essex, but she’d been put into a children’s home in Rotherham, and she was the only resident of that children’s home … In two months in that home she’d gone missing fifteen times, for periods ranging from a day to a fortnight, and on one of those missing nights she’d been taken to a house, put blind drunk into a bedroom, and cars had started arriving from all across Greater Manchester. Men were queueing on the stairs and on the landing outside the bedroom and the jury heard that fifty men had had sex with that girl in one night. She was a child.1"
At exactly the same time, on the other side of the Atlantic, Kacey Jordan’s porn career was already under way. Aged eighteen, Jordan had starred in porn films, including All Teens 3, Barely 18 38, Barely Legal 80, Just Legal Babes 2 and Don’t Let Daddy Know 4. Despite being legally an adult, Jordan looked unusually young – petite with slim hips and small breasts – meaning that she was still able to star convincingly in ‘teen’ porn into her early twenties. In her most famous scene, fifty-eight amateurs (that is, ordinary men) took turns to ejaculate over her naked, childlike body.
At the age of twenty-two, Jordan livestreamed a suicide attempt over YouTube. She is now attempting to rebuild her life. In a 2018 interview, she spoke about her many plastic surgeries: ‘I wanted to reinvent myself … one of the reasons for the boob job was that the fetishists were into the idea of me being underage, because it’s rare for a grown adult like me to have the body of a 14 year old. That was why I sold so much porn.’2 Years on, Jordan is able to speak candidly about how naiveté and grinding poverty led her into the sex industry. As a younger woman, though, she took a very different view, insisting point blank that she was a consenting adult who was free to do as she wished. Having reached her eighteenth birthday, she was legally entitled to give this response. The victim of the Rotherham gang, still a child, was not.
For practical reasons, the age of consent has to serve as a legal bright line, separating statutory rape from consensual sex. There is no other way that the law could function.
Although young people undoubtedly mature at different rates, and the transition from childhood to adulthood is, like night turning to day, a gradual process, we have to establish an arbitrary marker. At 11pm, she is a child; at midnight, she becomes an adult. That’s how it has to be.
But we all know that in the real world that doesn’t quite work. If we recoil from Norfolk’s account of fifty men queuing up to sexually violate a teenage girl who had been abandoned by the state services tasked with protecting her, how can we then watch video of a young woman only a few years older, looking just as much like a child, being violated by even more men, without a similar response? The sore, torn orifices are the same. The exhaustion and disorientation are the same. The men aroused by using and discarding a young woman presented to them as a ‘teen’ are also much the same.
This chapter is about the predatory nature of the porn industry and its destructive effects on the people involved in it. It’s also about the idea of sexual consent, because the only defence that the porn industry has, when presented with its hideous list of crimes, is its own version of the sexual liberation narrative: everyone is consenting, everyone is an adult, the women like it, and who are you to say otherwise?
Now, we might respond by pointing out that actually not everyone is an adult, and not everyone is consenting, in the narrow legal sense of the word, given the very many images of children and non-consenting adults that can be found even on the most mainstream porn platforms. But the industry and its defenders are quick to dismiss such examples as outliers, swivelling back to the ‘happy hookers’ who prop up its reputation. And as long as those women are old enough, (moderately) sane enough, and don’t say ‘no’ at the crucial moment, then they reach the legal consent threshold and the industry can do with them what it likes.
But consent has more layers to it than that. There is the barest definition of the term on which we have to rely in a court of law – did she and could she say ‘no’? – but there is also a thicker meaning. And here I’m afraid we’re going to have to let go of seductively simple ideas about consent derived from liberal individualism. I’m going to argue that, although ‘but she consented’ may do as a legal defence, it is not a convincing moral defence.
This woman is like a troon in her level of insanity. I feel sick re-reading this and angry at the brazen nature with which she cheapens the racist gang rape of a child.
If you would like a copy to read, you can find it for free at Library Genesis.
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I'm re-reading the Abhorsen trilogy (Sabriel, Lirael, Abhorsen) for the second time. I read them all long ago in high school but basically can't remember shit from them (except for the sentient dog) so this may as well be a fresh read. Also reading Burrough's Port of Saints which is basically just a heroin wet fever dream put on paper. I hauled some stuff up from the library to put on my bedstand so will have some more books to share with you later on.
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Pet Sematary. Less than a hundred pages left.
I like some King from time to time, around Halloween.
I like some King from time to time, around Halloween.
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The last book I read was The Screwtape Letters but that was a bit ago. If you guys have any suggestions it'd be appreciated.
I enjoy alt history, bizarro fiction, fantasy and sci-fi epics, horror, crime thrillers in the vein of the Hannibal series, books that were adapted into film, non-fiction (celeb autobiographies, history that's written with journalistic integrity) and satire.
Tangential: I also enjoy some manga but pretty much exclusively horror along the lines of Junji Ito, Hideshi Hino, Hitoshi Iwaaki and Katsuhisa Kigitsu.
I enjoy alt history, bizarro fiction, fantasy and sci-fi epics, horror, crime thrillers in the vein of the Hannibal series, books that were adapted into film, non-fiction (celeb autobiographies, history that's written with journalistic integrity) and satire.
Tangential: I also enjoy some manga but pretty much exclusively horror along the lines of Junji Ito, Hideshi Hino, Hitoshi Iwaaki and Katsuhisa Kigitsu.
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Reading Virgil’s The Aeneid. Enjoying it so far.
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Not sure if it counts as "reading" since I started it and finished it in a single sitting, but today I read through Ray Bradbury's The Veldt and was gripped the whole way through. I'm new to his work- I know he's a big name, and for good reason, but this is the first time I've read something of his and it's left me very intrigued about the rest of his writing.
I'm beginning to ramble a little, so I'll just cut it short here: this story was great. It aged incredibly well, is wonderfully written, and- best of all- made me realize that I'd been missing the fuck out on what Bradbury has to offer.
Not sure whether to read Fahrenheit 451 or more short stories next, nor if it matters. As long as Bradbury wrote it, I think I'm game.
The Veldt has aged like a fine wine. It is ridiculous how well this story functions outside of its fictional setting and transplanted into a modern one- outside of some slight oddities like the midcentury-accented language or mention of automatic shoe-shiners, you could seriously imagine almost all of it in a modern-day setting and it would be just as effective.
It's an obvious commentary on leaving your children in the hands of technology as opposed to raising them yourself, wonderfully delivered in a way mostly detached from the children- probably as emphasis. The story opens up solely from the parents' perspectives and never shifts from that, with their two kids always being mentioned or commented on instead of brought into focus until the very end- by which point they remain shrouded in mystery, with the closest we ever get to their mental states being a psychologist's opinion and maybe a tantrum. They're always painted as an "other" despite literally being the main character's offspring, which was the first thing that struck me.
Past that, the mystery around the nursery was wonderfully well-done. It misdirects just enough to make red herrings plausible (all the talk of realism in the beginning made me worry that it'd be a cheap "the veldt was real all along because of some technical malfunction" twist- which, to my relief, was explicitly dismissed later on) while foreshadowing just enough to give you direction without completely misleading you (I thought for sure that Lydia had died when they found blood on her scarf).
As for how well it holds up... it's a bit hard to explain without reading it, but as I said- you could transplant this story into the modern day, replacing the nursery with the internet and the parents dying with the kids being taken away/further spiraling away from them and it'd apply so directly to real life that you'd probably accuse the author of being too blunt.
Bradbury wrote this shit in 1950- a time when TVs were only barely starting to gain traction- and I doubt he could've anticipated how insanely well this aged in such a short span of time. It makes me wonder if he ever commented on it publicly before his death- the dude had to have a fucking time machine or something, because he succeeded in getting his message across to such an extent that I seriously wonder if he was completely misunderstood when it was published. It seems like such an overreaction regarding just TVs, but add in shit like the internet and smartphones and suddenly the story seems less like total hyperbole and more like a cautionary tale.
It's an obvious commentary on leaving your children in the hands of technology as opposed to raising them yourself, wonderfully delivered in a way mostly detached from the children- probably as emphasis. The story opens up solely from the parents' perspectives and never shifts from that, with their two kids always being mentioned or commented on instead of brought into focus until the very end- by which point they remain shrouded in mystery, with the closest we ever get to their mental states being a psychologist's opinion and maybe a tantrum. They're always painted as an "other" despite literally being the main character's offspring, which was the first thing that struck me.
Past that, the mystery around the nursery was wonderfully well-done. It misdirects just enough to make red herrings plausible (all the talk of realism in the beginning made me worry that it'd be a cheap "the veldt was real all along because of some technical malfunction" twist- which, to my relief, was explicitly dismissed later on) while foreshadowing just enough to give you direction without completely misleading you (I thought for sure that Lydia had died when they found blood on her scarf).
As for how well it holds up... it's a bit hard to explain without reading it, but as I said- you could transplant this story into the modern day, replacing the nursery with the internet and the parents dying with the kids being taken away/further spiraling away from them and it'd apply so directly to real life that you'd probably accuse the author of being too blunt.
Bradbury wrote this shit in 1950- a time when TVs were only barely starting to gain traction- and I doubt he could've anticipated how insanely well this aged in such a short span of time. It makes me wonder if he ever commented on it publicly before his death- the dude had to have a fucking time machine or something, because he succeeded in getting his message across to such an extent that I seriously wonder if he was completely misunderstood when it was published. It seems like such an overreaction regarding just TVs, but add in shit like the internet and smartphones and suddenly the story seems less like total hyperbole and more like a cautionary tale.
I'm beginning to ramble a little, so I'll just cut it short here: this story was great. It aged incredibly well, is wonderfully written, and- best of all- made me realize that I'd been missing the fuck out on what Bradbury has to offer.
Not sure whether to read Fahrenheit 451 or more short stories next, nor if it matters. As long as Bradbury wrote it, I think I'm game.
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I'd say the Martian Chronicles in general. Fahrenheit 451 is kind of polarizing and ironically, used to be a favorite of libtards until they turned into the premier book-burners of our time.
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Why? She's not saying that these incidents are identical in every way, but there are ways in which they are and that fact should give us pause. Yes, to her the difference is one of degree and not kind, but it's pretty over the top to not just disagree, but say that she is a tranny-tier lunatic. I'd expect that from, like, a full time pedo hunter who works from his gooning station.
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Heart-Shaped Box by Joe Hill. Meant to be a horror, but so far isn't particularly intense. Half way through and it's okay. It's Hill's first novel though, and shows.
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Today I started reading this short, seasonal slasher novel. I enjoy some schlock horror.
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It was all right. I enjoyed the imagery, and the characters were full. Not as intense or immersive as I would have liked but it was a decent few hours.
Still on cheap thrillers atm. Switching back and forth between All Things Cease To Appear by Elizabeth Brundage and The Devil Crept In by Ania Ahlborn.
After this I really need to attack the true crime pile, I went through a period of tracking down all these out of print volumes but didn't read any of them. I did finish one earlier this week, The Secret Art of Poisoning by Samantha Battams, about an Australian female murderer in the late 1800s, a huge case at the time but completely forgotten now. It was actually rather sad; it was clearly a case of grinding poverty combined with trauma and some form of organic brain damage to make a very damaged individual, as opposed to the standard malignant personality disorder and out of control avarice. That said, I was rather disappointed at the end; a big deal was made about the murderer's descendent being charged with a similar crime at the beginning and on the back cover blurb, but in the end it went nowhere.
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Found I still hadn't used my Barnes & Noble gift card from last Christmas, so I decided to get Volume 1 of Berserk Deluxe.
Since that one was a freebie, and I finished it in a day, I think I'll read the rest on Kindle.
Since that one was a freebie, and I finished it in a day, I think I'll read the rest on Kindle.
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@Anonitolia I first discovered that story through the Deadmau5 song of the same name. Though I’ve seldom read a Bradbury story that I didn’t like.
I’m currently reading The Amityville Horror by Jay Anson. The writing isn’t particularly for me, but the story is interesting enough. Also reading 50 Great Horror Stories edited by John Canning. It’s alright, my only complaint is that there could be more of a variety of authors in the collection.
I’m currently reading The Amityville Horror by Jay Anson. The writing isn’t particularly for me, but the story is interesting enough. Also reading 50 Great Horror Stories edited by John Canning. It’s alright, my only complaint is that there could be more of a variety of authors in the collection.
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Terminus. By Peter Clines. I really enjoyed 14(the start of the quadrilogy) and liked Fold well enough, but this shit...this shit kinda stinks.
I don't care about the characters really. 14 had a really solid cast of characters and a really solid mystery but it's been downhill since, especially because they only bring two characters back and they're both very different.
Vik, who was the love interest in the first book, is fucking obnoxious now. She has leddit style marvel quips and talks about how she never married the main character of 14 'because marriage is a patriarchal construct that reduces women to property' and other such delightful dialogue. She wasn't really like this in 14, so this and the quips about America's biggest problem being it's president(this was written/set in 2019) really makes me think Clines TDS'd.
God, why is it so hard to find modern horror/thrillers without this bullshit? 14 was so fucking good, man.
I don't care about the characters really. 14 had a really solid cast of characters and a really solid mystery but it's been downhill since, especially because they only bring two characters back and they're both very different.
Vik, who was the love interest in the first book, is fucking obnoxious now. She has leddit style marvel quips and talks about how she never married the main character of 14 'because marriage is a patriarchal construct that reduces women to property' and other such delightful dialogue. She wasn't really like this in 14, so this and the quips about America's biggest problem being it's president(this was written/set in 2019) really makes me think Clines TDS'd.
God, why is it so hard to find modern horror/thrillers without this bullshit? 14 was so fucking good, man.
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By No Mortal Hand by Daniel McGachey. This was a hard to find volume, that I willingly paid $100 for it on eBay since it's a very out-of-print title from the small press outfit Sarob Press, part of a very limited run of 275 copies. McGachey is an author of short stories I had enjoyed before, his short story collection They That Dwell in Dark Places is a fave, and if I wanted to track down every anthology, small press chapbook and 'zine that the stories in this Sarob collection were published in (not counting the stories original to the collection) I'd be in for a more difficult time.
McGachey has been a frequent contributor to the small press magazine Ghosts & Scholars and it's successor the G&S Newsletter, devoted to non-fiction articles and fictional stories in the vein of authors like British academic M. R. James and his contemporaries and so on. Indeed, the first three stories are sequels to Jamesian stories - the titular one detailing events a century after The Ash-Tree, as a village's new vicar is told the story of Mistress Mothersole and how in 1770 the town's new physician and his manservant secretly got up to some sinister experimentation relating to the town legend, "Ex Libris: Lufford", a sequel to Casting the Runes, where a used bookseller and a customer are unfortunate to come across some former property of the late Julian Karswell, a sinister occultist, and "If You Don’t Come to Me, I’ll Come to You", both a sequel to A School Story and inspired by one of the fragments James mentioned in an article "Stories I have tried to write", a mysterious toad appears in the study of narrator James, spurring his imagination (or is it just his imagination) to account for what happens near a well featured in said story.
The remaining stories involve Dr. Lawrence, academic who has made a study of folklore and the occult (and featured in some of the stories from They That Dwell...) and the volume is capped off with three stories "by" a fictional contemporary of authors like James, E.F. Benson and so on, Dr. H.S. Grace.
Quite special to me is the first Dr. Lawrence story "Ting-a-Ling-a-Ling". On learning the terrible news that his younger brother has been killed in battle during "The Great War", Reginald Hinchcliffe pays a visit to ____________ College to seek out the late Jonathan's tutor, Dr. Lawrence, of whom the young man spoke fondly. Reginald learned from Jonathan that the professor has a deep interest in matters folklore and occult - could he be the man to help him in his current plight? Lawrence agrees to accompany Reginald to a local pub, where a group of soldiers are belting out the macabre British airmen's jingle, The Bells of Hell go Ting-A-Ling-A-Ling, which is disturbingly apt for Hinchcliffe's position.
Until recently, Reginald Hinchcliffe was employed by Rupert Fosdyke, notable business magnate, as procurer for and curator of his private museum. Reginald's work brought him into contact with Madame Lousalle, an impoverished refugee who fled to England with several valuable painting and objects d'art rather than have them fall into the hands of the Germans. Prominent amongst this treasure trove, The Awakening Clock, the most fantastic time piece Hinchcliffe had ever gazed upon.
All it's missing is a wind-up key, and Fosdyke can afford to hire skilled horologist Eric Shorehouse to replicate the missing key. Shorehouse begins to have misgivings, believing the clock to be the work of a legendary German clockmaker...and reputed necromancer...a gutwrencher of a tale, Jamesian, touching on the horrors of the First World War and with elements of Gothic horror in the vein of authors like Mary Shelley and E.T.A. Hoffman.
McGachey has been a frequent contributor to the small press magazine Ghosts & Scholars and it's successor the G&S Newsletter, devoted to non-fiction articles and fictional stories in the vein of authors like British academic M. R. James and his contemporaries and so on. Indeed, the first three stories are sequels to Jamesian stories - the titular one detailing events a century after The Ash-Tree, as a village's new vicar is told the story of Mistress Mothersole and how in 1770 the town's new physician and his manservant secretly got up to some sinister experimentation relating to the town legend, "Ex Libris: Lufford", a sequel to Casting the Runes, where a used bookseller and a customer are unfortunate to come across some former property of the late Julian Karswell, a sinister occultist, and "If You Don’t Come to Me, I’ll Come to You", both a sequel to A School Story and inspired by one of the fragments James mentioned in an article "Stories I have tried to write", a mysterious toad appears in the study of narrator James, spurring his imagination (or is it just his imagination) to account for what happens near a well featured in said story.
The remaining stories involve Dr. Lawrence, academic who has made a study of folklore and the occult (and featured in some of the stories from They That Dwell...) and the volume is capped off with three stories "by" a fictional contemporary of authors like James, E.F. Benson and so on, Dr. H.S. Grace.
Quite special to me is the first Dr. Lawrence story "Ting-a-Ling-a-Ling". On learning the terrible news that his younger brother has been killed in battle during "The Great War", Reginald Hinchcliffe pays a visit to ____________ College to seek out the late Jonathan's tutor, Dr. Lawrence, of whom the young man spoke fondly. Reginald learned from Jonathan that the professor has a deep interest in matters folklore and occult - could he be the man to help him in his current plight? Lawrence agrees to accompany Reginald to a local pub, where a group of soldiers are belting out the macabre British airmen's jingle, The Bells of Hell go Ting-A-Ling-A-Ling, which is disturbingly apt for Hinchcliffe's position.
Until recently, Reginald Hinchcliffe was employed by Rupert Fosdyke, notable business magnate, as procurer for and curator of his private museum. Reginald's work brought him into contact with Madame Lousalle, an impoverished refugee who fled to England with several valuable painting and objects d'art rather than have them fall into the hands of the Germans. Prominent amongst this treasure trove, The Awakening Clock, the most fantastic time piece Hinchcliffe had ever gazed upon.
All it's missing is a wind-up key, and Fosdyke can afford to hire skilled horologist Eric Shorehouse to replicate the missing key. Shorehouse begins to have misgivings, believing the clock to be the work of a legendary German clockmaker...and reputed necromancer...a gutwrencher of a tale, Jamesian, touching on the horrors of the First World War and with elements of Gothic horror in the vein of authors like Mary Shelley and E.T.A. Hoffman.
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Started reading book one of "The Wheel of Time". Hopefully I can finish the book at least.
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I got halfway through four, and then my brother said, "I thought it'd be the last in the series but it wasn't." At that stage, I'd spent hours reading the main character's endless pontification on his will "they/won't they" love interest and absolutely nothing had happened since the beginning of the book. I realised that the author was being paid by the word and everything I was reading was pointless filler. I gave the book back to my brother and never touched the series again.