TwentySevenLetters / B

Rescinding anticipated disappointment

I finished the Robert Wilson collection over the weekend. Some of the stories toward the end were a little weaker than the ones at the beginning (I get the impression that he front-loaded the book when organizing it), but overall it was pretty enjoyable. Yay for good sci-fi!

Today I started Peter Pan in Scarlet, which I bitched about last March. I’m about a quarter of the way through it now, and while it still grates on my every nerve to know that this is a legally-authorized sequel to the original story of the Boy Who Could Fly, it’s a lot better than I expected. There’s already excitement, suspense, joy. And it’s witty. A different kind of witty from the original—the wordplay is more in starting a sentence with a metaphor and making it literal by the end—but it still works. I haven’t seen all that much of Peter yet (a bit, and rest assured he’s the same cocky boy he was all those years ago), but I expect his part will get significantly larger. And yes, they’ve acknowledged that Hook is dead. We’ll see where this goes… I’ll report back after I’ve finished it.

The weekend just past didn’t hold much for me in terms of reading or other cultural developments. It did, however, involve lots of Katamari Damaci (so much that I dreamed I was, as myself, running around rolling stuff up), the unspeakably awesome Street Fighter movie (poor, poor Raul Julia), and the creation of both fresh marshmallows (yum, but the sugar crash is an hour after one is a force to be reckoned with) and blackberry-flavored Turkish Delight (which overcooked, due to the gooeyness that collects on the candy thermometer and prevents it from getting an accurate temperature reading). The Turkish Delight comes from Wikipedia’s recipe, which led to some interesting discussion with friends: “You need to be careful with those, that nobody added in ‘1 Tbsp poison’ or anything. You’d just think, ‘oh, the sugar will cancel that out’ but really everyone would be dead.”