After days of frustration nay despair, I finally got my Tickets!!!Yippee! I am leaving on the 21st.... I will reach home on the 22nd. I get to spend a night and a day in Ranipet before I go down to Bangalore! Yay!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Next on my reading list
Right now, I'm reading Hadrian the VII. I' m done with about half of it. But, the best is still to come. I was shopping in Oxford circus for things to take home to India, when I spied Borders near the station and absolutely had to go in. So, I finished shopping with Manu(my cuz) in a hurry, sent her off ( She had to go to a party anyway, and I bought lunch. So, stop looking at me like that) with a considerable amount of relief and sauntered in to Borders. Once in, I just couldn't let the crowd, the sheer number of people or the huge queue in the cash counter deter me. I was looking for something special. Something I couldn't get in India. Then it struck me. There is no chance I am going to lay my hands on anything by Alexander Theroux. So, I went looking for Darconville's Cat, an Adultery or Laura Warholic. Nothing! I guess we'll have to wait until January to lay my hands on one of those babies. However, I did manage to sight Sot-weed Factor by John Barth (I was looking for 'Letters'). How could I not buy it? I've had an eye on that one for months , now. Oh, I spotted the paperback for 'Against the Day' too. But, I will check that out later. First, I am going fo try and get something by William Gaddis. I was put off intially after glancing at the covers of 'Recognitions' and 'JR' because I confused the former with the movie 'Awakenings' , starring Robin Williams & Robert di Niro (In my defence the book cover looked remarkably like the expression Di Niro wore throughout the movie). I definitely did not want to read another book on the 'indomitability' ( Is that a word?) of the human spirit. I did some reading later and discovered that was not the case. Thank God!So, it is going to be Hadrian the VII first, then the Sot weed Factor, Recognitions, JR and then Against the day/VGoing Home
I'm gonna be back home in about 4 days. The return flight will bring my very first overseas trip to a close. On the whole, was I satisfied with the entire experience? I don't know. what did I do in the last 4 months here in London?
1. I was working a few weekends. I realized that I love working alone, with nobody else in office. Blaring music and a few long distance phone calls on the sly were welcome perks.
2.The trip to Poland was fun in a way. Krakow is a beautiful city. I might go back sometime. That was my first experience with snowstorms. You have to get causght in one to realize how miserable it really is.
3. I did not read much. But, I did watch a lot of movies.Some were really old ones like Easy Rider, All about Eve and Dr. Strange love. I also managed to catch up with a few seasons of Friends, Scrubs and Smallville
4. Downloaded UT2k4. It has been an awesome experience playing it.
5. Did not see much of London or the rest of Europe. Inface I found out that I have no great interest in visiting places
6. I still dont drink, smoke or eat meat. This is an accomplishment for osmeone who has been in Poland for over a week
7. I'm still single.
8.Mom has started talking about marriage. But, she is her usual adorable self in going about this. So, what with the demand for girls, I need not worry about getting married for another 3-4 years
9. I am a misandros. But, somehow, I can empathize/sympathize with women. Why, then, am I still single? I guess the feelings aren't quite mutual.
10. I write a more often. Though most of what I write is junk and unprintable, it is a definite start. I do have a few ideas as well... Lets see how things shape up.
Thats about it, I guess. It will take more time for me to assimilate all this and decide if the trip was worth it. For now, over and out
1. I was working a few weekends. I realized that I love working alone, with nobody else in office. Blaring music and a few long distance phone calls on the sly were welcome perks.
2.The trip to Poland was fun in a way. Krakow is a beautiful city. I might go back sometime. That was my first experience with snowstorms. You have to get causght in one to realize how miserable it really is.
3. I did not read much. But, I did watch a lot of movies.Some were really old ones like Easy Rider, All about Eve and Dr. Strange love. I also managed to catch up with a few seasons of Friends, Scrubs and Smallville
4. Downloaded UT2k4. It has been an awesome experience playing it.
5. Did not see much of London or the rest of Europe. Inface I found out that I have no great interest in visiting places
6. I still dont drink, smoke or eat meat. This is an accomplishment for osmeone who has been in Poland for over a week
7. I'm still single.
8.Mom has started talking about marriage. But, she is her usual adorable self in going about this. So, what with the demand for girls, I need not worry about getting married for another 3-4 years
9. I am a misandros. But, somehow, I can empathize/sympathize with women. Why, then, am I still single? I guess the feelings aren't quite mutual.
10. I write a more often. Though most of what I write is junk and unprintable, it is a definite start. I do have a few ideas as well... Lets see how things shape up.
Thats about it, I guess. It will take more time for me to assimilate all this and decide if the trip was worth it. For now, over and out
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
The Republic- Quotes Part 1
Interesting quotes from the Republic by Plato
no one is willing to govern; because no one likes to take in hand the reformation of evils which are not his concern without remuneration. For, in the execution of his work, and in giving his orders to another, the true artist does not regard his own interest, but always that of his subjects; and therefore in order that rulers may be willing to rule, they must be paid in one of three modes of payment: money, or honour, or a penalty for refusing.-Chapter 1- The republic
he who refuses to rule is liable to be ruled by one who is worse than himself. And the fear of this, as I conceive, induces the good to take office, not because they would, but because they cannot help — not under the idea that they are going to have any benefit or enjoyment themselves, but as a necessity, and because they are not able to commit the task of ruling to any one who is better than themselves, or indeed as good.
-Chapter 1- The republic
Yet is not the power which injustice exercises of such a nature that wherever she takes up her abode, whether in a city, in an army, in a family, or in any other body, that body is, to begin with, rendered incapable of united action by reason of sedition and distraction; and does it not become its own enemy and at variance with all that opposes it, and with the just? Is not this the case?
-Chapter 1- The republic
And is not injustice equally fatal when existing in a single person; in the first place rendering him incapable of action because he is not at unity with himself, and in the second place making him an enemy to himself and the just?
the unjust will be the enemy of the gods, and the just will be their friend?-Chapter 1- The republic
having given both to the just and the unjust power to do what they will, let us watch and see whither desire will lead them; then we shall discover in the very act the just and unjust man to be proceeding along the same road, following their interest,which all natures deem to be their good, and are only diverted into the path of justice by the force of law.
No man would keep his hands off what was not his own when he could safely take what he liked out of the market, or go into houses and lie with any one at his pleasure, or kill or release from prison whom he would, and in all respects be like a God among men.
let him be clothed in justice only, and have no other covering; and he must be imagined in a state of life the opposite of the former. Let him be the best of men, and let him be thought the worst; then he will have been put to the proof; and we shall see whether he will be affected by the fear of infamy and its consequences.
A State, I said, arises, as I conceive, out of the needs of mankind; no one is self-sufficing, but all of us have many wants. Can any other origin of a State be imagined?Then, as we have many wants, and many persons are needed to supply them, one takes a helper for one purpose and another for another; and when these partners and helpers are gathered together in one habitation the body of inhabitants is termed a State.
your dog is a true philosopher.Why, because he distinguishes the face of a friend and of an enemy only by the criterion of knowing and not knowing. And must not an animal be a lover of learning who determines what he likes and dislikes by the test of knowledge and ignorance?
Then persons of worth, even if only mortal men, must not be represented as overcome by laughter, and still less must such a representation of the gods be allowed.
if any one at all is to have the privilege of lying, the rulers of the State should be the persons
The saddest of fates is to die and meet destiny from hunger?21
I cannot believe that he was guilty, any more than I can allow our citizens to believe that he, the wise Cheiron's pupil, the son of a goddess and of Peleus who was the gentlest of men and third in descent from Zeus, was so disordered in his wits as to be at one time the slave of two seemingly inconsistent passions, meanness, not untainted by avarice, combined with overweening contempt of gods and men.
We will not have them trying to persuade our youth that the gods are the authors of evil, and that heroes are no better than men — sentiments which, as we were saying, are neither pious nor true, for we have already proved that evil cannot come from the gods.
deprives a man of the use of his faculties quite as much as pain.
There complexity engendered license, and here disease; whereas simplicity in music was the parent of temperance in the soul; and simplicity in gymnastic of health in the body.
men fill themselves with waters and winds, as if their bodies were a marsh, compelling the ingenious sons of Asclepius to find more names for diseases, such as flatulence and catarrh; is not this, too, a disgrace?
-Chapter 2- The republic
no one is willing to govern; because no one likes to take in hand the reformation of evils which are not his concern without remuneration. For, in the execution of his work, and in giving his orders to another, the true artist does not regard his own interest, but always that of his subjects; and therefore in order that rulers may be willing to rule, they must be paid in one of three modes of payment: money, or honour, or a penalty for refusing.-Chapter 1- The republic
he who refuses to rule is liable to be ruled by one who is worse than himself. And the fear of this, as I conceive, induces the good to take office, not because they would, but because they cannot help — not under the idea that they are going to have any benefit or enjoyment themselves, but as a necessity, and because they are not able to commit the task of ruling to any one who is better than themselves, or indeed as good.
-Chapter 1- The republic
Yet is not the power which injustice exercises of such a nature that wherever she takes up her abode, whether in a city, in an army, in a family, or in any other body, that body is, to begin with, rendered incapable of united action by reason of sedition and distraction; and does it not become its own enemy and at variance with all that opposes it, and with the just? Is not this the case?
-Chapter 1- The republic
And is not injustice equally fatal when existing in a single person; in the first place rendering him incapable of action because he is not at unity with himself, and in the second place making him an enemy to himself and the just?
the unjust will be the enemy of the gods, and the just will be their friend?-Chapter 1- The republic
having given both to the just and the unjust power to do what they will, let us watch and see whither desire will lead them; then we shall discover in the very act the just and unjust man to be proceeding along the same road, following their interest,which all natures deem to be their good, and are only diverted into the path of justice by the force of law.
No man would keep his hands off what was not his own when he could safely take what he liked out of the market, or go into houses and lie with any one at his pleasure, or kill or release from prison whom he would, and in all respects be like a God among men.
let him be clothed in justice only, and have no other covering; and he must be imagined in a state of life the opposite of the former. Let him be the best of men, and let him be thought the worst; then he will have been put to the proof; and we shall see whether he will be affected by the fear of infamy and its consequences.
A State, I said, arises, as I conceive, out of the needs of mankind; no one is self-sufficing, but all of us have many wants. Can any other origin of a State be imagined?Then, as we have many wants, and many persons are needed to supply them, one takes a helper for one purpose and another for another; and when these partners and helpers are gathered together in one habitation the body of inhabitants is termed a State.
your dog is a true philosopher.Why, because he distinguishes the face of a friend and of an enemy only by the criterion of knowing and not knowing. And must not an animal be a lover of learning who determines what he likes and dislikes by the test of knowledge and ignorance?
Then persons of worth, even if only mortal men, must not be represented as overcome by laughter, and still less must such a representation of the gods be allowed.
if any one at all is to have the privilege of lying, the rulers of the State should be the persons
The saddest of fates is to die and meet destiny from hunger?21
I cannot believe that he was guilty, any more than I can allow our citizens to believe that he, the wise Cheiron's pupil, the son of a goddess and of Peleus who was the gentlest of men and third in descent from Zeus, was so disordered in his wits as to be at one time the slave of two seemingly inconsistent passions, meanness, not untainted by avarice, combined with overweening contempt of gods and men.
We will not have them trying to persuade our youth that the gods are the authors of evil, and that heroes are no better than men — sentiments which, as we were saying, are neither pious nor true, for we have already proved that evil cannot come from the gods.
deprives a man of the use of his faculties quite as much as pain.
There complexity engendered license, and here disease; whereas simplicity in music was the parent of temperance in the soul; and simplicity in gymnastic of health in the body.
men fill themselves with waters and winds, as if their bodies were a marsh, compelling the ingenious sons of Asclepius to find more names for diseases, such as flatulence and catarrh; is not this, too, a disgrace?
-Chapter 2- The republic
Monday, December 10, 2007
Wish List
Hmmm... one in six isn't too bad...... To think I had two of the three( Both the William Gaddis ones) within reach...... Well..... Soon...
http://www.catalog-of-cool.com/longwriters.html
More stuff
Hadrian the Seventh- Ordered at Amazon
Ulysses- I will finish it sometime
The Apes of God
At Swim-Two-Birds
Pale Fire- Halfway through- I will finish it as soon as possible
Gravity's Rainbow- Completed
Mulligan Stew.
http://www.catalog-of-cool.com/longwriters.html
More stuff
Hadrian the Seventh- Ordered at Amazon
Ulysses- I will finish it sometime
The Apes of God
At Swim-Two-Birds
Pale Fire- Halfway through- I will finish it as soon as possible
Gravity's Rainbow- Completed
Mulligan Stew.
Extracts from an Interview with Alexander Theroux
Here are extracts from the interview with Alexander Theroux by Steven Moore from Center of Book Culture.org
http://www.centerforbookculture.org/interviews/interview_theroux.html
I really respect this man's ideas ideas. Compare and conrtrast this with my previous entry onJames Patterson.
AT: I put the writers of bumphable, ready-to-wear prose, calculated to sell, guaranteed not to shock, in the same category as artists who can't draw. There is a lack of bravery and a lot of fraud in them. I have tried never to write a book that didn't attempt something new in the way of narrative technique. Writing is an assault on cliche. I find little to admire in writers who make no attempt at originality. (I remember, among other things, effortfully working to make the perambulations in London of Roland McGuffey recapitulate the lines of the Union Jack.) It's death commercially, of course, but I knew from the beginning that I was too opinionated, literate, and unconventional to enjoy a widespread reputation. It doesn't bother me in the least. I've always been too busy to make money. I'm among the freest people I know.
AT: Write the books you should, be the person you are. I wanted to write a "roman d'analyse," for example, with "An Adultery." A new genre. Plot didn't interest me in the least. Character is plot, anyway. Start delineating a figure--merely describe a person--and he or she will begin to act, do things, go in a particular direction. I set the novel up as a syllogism and purposely wrote balancing rhythmic and arhythmic sentences. I think its rewards come only if you're willing to think, to come to terms with what I set out to question, sort through, analyze. (pause) Nothing there for the Leon Uris crowd--beach readers, military minds, people who flip pages to pass time. I wanted the book to be what it was, no self-promotion, no hook for a publishing scheme. There's a mystical passivity in refusing the entrepreneurial.
AT: Someone said there are only 2400 people in the world worth writing for, anyway. I wonder if that's true. But readers are so lazy. The several books I've written have won me no fame. I do not complain of this, any more than I boast of it. I feel the same distaste for the "popular author" genre as for that of the "neglected poet." I marvel at writers who write a book a year, approaching mass production. I apologize for not being terribly impressed
AT: All is never said. Knowledge is involved everywhere. You have to shape the truth. " Everyone applauded, and I'm glad he did," is ugly, but grammatically correct, while "I don't think anybody knows what they are" is the opposite. I'm only saying that we have to try to contest what we want to come to terms with, whether readers or writers. It depends on how much intensity a person has, how curious he is, and whether he or she wants to live a life of meaning. I have always tried to tell my students, especially those who every June apply to law school or business school in such a perfunctory way, as if, you know, those were the only alternatives -a condition abetted in the Ivy League by the army of secular and soulless mechano-moronic professors and deans who view education solely as a means of entering the labor force--that the point of living is trying to figure it out. My ideal reader burns with what Walter Pater described as a "hard gem-like flame." (pause) In any case, Tolstoi somewhere speaks of the psychological law which compels a man who commits actions under the greatest compulsion to supply in his imagination a whole series of retrospective reflections to prove his freedom to himself. It sounds a bit didactic, but it explains one aspect of writing.
http://www.centerforbookculture.org/interviews/interview_theroux.html
I really respect this man's ideas ideas. Compare and conrtrast this with my previous entry onJames Patterson.
AT: I put the writers of bumphable, ready-to-wear prose, calculated to sell, guaranteed not to shock, in the same category as artists who can't draw. There is a lack of bravery and a lot of fraud in them. I have tried never to write a book that didn't attempt something new in the way of narrative technique. Writing is an assault on cliche. I find little to admire in writers who make no attempt at originality. (I remember, among other things, effortfully working to make the perambulations in London of Roland McGuffey recapitulate the lines of the Union Jack.) It's death commercially, of course, but I knew from the beginning that I was too opinionated, literate, and unconventional to enjoy a widespread reputation. It doesn't bother me in the least. I've always been too busy to make money. I'm among the freest people I know.
AT: Write the books you should, be the person you are. I wanted to write a "roman d'analyse," for example, with "An Adultery." A new genre. Plot didn't interest me in the least. Character is plot, anyway. Start delineating a figure--merely describe a person--and he or she will begin to act, do things, go in a particular direction. I set the novel up as a syllogism and purposely wrote balancing rhythmic and arhythmic sentences. I think its rewards come only if you're willing to think, to come to terms with what I set out to question, sort through, analyze. (pause) Nothing there for the Leon Uris crowd--beach readers, military minds, people who flip pages to pass time. I wanted the book to be what it was, no self-promotion, no hook for a publishing scheme. There's a mystical passivity in refusing the entrepreneurial.
AT: Someone said there are only 2400 people in the world worth writing for, anyway. I wonder if that's true. But readers are so lazy. The several books I've written have won me no fame. I do not complain of this, any more than I boast of it. I feel the same distaste for the "popular author" genre as for that of the "neglected poet." I marvel at writers who write a book a year, approaching mass production. I apologize for not being terribly impressed
AT: All is never said. Knowledge is involved everywhere. You have to shape the truth. " Everyone applauded, and I'm glad he did," is ugly, but grammatically correct, while "I don't think anybody knows what they are" is the opposite. I'm only saying that we have to try to contest what we want to come to terms with, whether readers or writers. It depends on how much intensity a person has, how curious he is, and whether he or she wants to live a life of meaning. I have always tried to tell my students, especially those who every June apply to law school or business school in such a perfunctory way, as if, you know, those were the only alternatives -a condition abetted in the Ivy League by the army of secular and soulless mechano-moronic professors and deans who view education solely as a means of entering the labor force--that the point of living is trying to figure it out. My ideal reader burns with what Walter Pater described as a "hard gem-like flame." (pause) In any case, Tolstoi somewhere speaks of the psychological law which compels a man who commits actions under the greatest compulsion to supply in his imagination a whole series of retrospective reflections to prove his freedom to himself. It sounds a bit didactic, but it explains one aspect of writing.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Love Song of Alfred J Prufrock
You know there are times when you are reading a book or watching a movie when, in a moment of epiphany, you realize that one of the characters is, uh, You.
Sometimes it's good... Sometimes it isn't exactly an edifying thing to find out about yourself. I had one yesterday. This would have been a blog entry if I had T.S. Elliot's gifts as a poet. Does everybody feel the same way when reading the poem or is it just me?
In one of the numerous analyses of this poem online, these verses were described as unfeeling. I couldn't disagree to anything more. This poem is the core of my being and describes my emotional state to the period and the comma.
http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
Sometimes it's good... Sometimes it isn't exactly an edifying thing to find out about yourself. I had one yesterday. This would have been a blog entry if I had T.S. Elliot's gifts as a poet. Does everybody feel the same way when reading the poem or is it just me?
In one of the numerous analyses of this poem online, these verses were described as unfeeling. I couldn't disagree to anything more. This poem is the core of my being and describes my emotional state to the period and the comma.
http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
Friday, December 7, 2007
Melody????? What the heck are you talkin about???
In music, a melody, also tune, voice, or line, is a series of linear events or a succession, not a simultaneity as in a chord (see harmony). However, this succession must contain change of some kind and be perceived as a single entity (possibly Gestalt) to be called a melody
Thank you wikipedia.
To all the Indians out there, your definition of melodious music is, to put it mildly, bull!. It does not mean the mellow, mawkish and weepy tunes you love and approve of. I can picture most of my friends, including the self proclaimed 'Intellectuals' claiming that they prefer melodious music to the shouting and screaming of Rock(Sic). What these smug know-it-alls don't seem to realize is that Music, like all art will echo the human emotional range. The only limiting factor being the the artist's talent rather than the plasticity of the medium. The different genre, atleast in music, can be mapped to specific emotions. Frankly speaking, I prefer the complications of fury, rebellion, passion and freedom that Rock represents to the shallow, wimpy 'melodies' which proliferate in the Indian music scene. If they want to emulate somebody, why cant they emulate stuff like Greenday? Why do you have to go and emulate people like Britney Spears and Jennifer Lopez. To all those who disagree, well, I think you either don't know what you're talking about or well, you are just full of shit! The next time I hear somebody saying'I prefer Melodies', I am going to punch that person in the mouth
Thank you wikipedia.
To all the Indians out there, your definition of melodious music is, to put it mildly, bull!. It does not mean the mellow, mawkish and weepy tunes you love and approve of. I can picture most of my friends, including the self proclaimed 'Intellectuals' claiming that they prefer melodious music to the shouting and screaming of Rock(Sic). What these smug know-it-alls don't seem to realize is that Music, like all art will echo the human emotional range. The only limiting factor being the the artist's talent rather than the plasticity of the medium. The different genre, atleast in music, can be mapped to specific emotions. Frankly speaking, I prefer the complications of fury, rebellion, passion and freedom that Rock represents to the shallow, wimpy 'melodies' which proliferate in the Indian music scene. If they want to emulate somebody, why cant they emulate stuff like Greenday? Why do you have to go and emulate people like Britney Spears and Jennifer Lopez. To all those who disagree, well, I think you either don't know what you're talking about or well, you are just full of shit! The next time I hear somebody saying'I prefer Melodies', I am going to punch that person in the mouth
Kindle rekindled
I am not getting lazy.... But I came across something really disturbing in this article
http://www.litkicks.com/KindleLoser
Nope, its not the material on the publisher's covetous pricing strategy or the author's reservations about the reading fraternity being reluctant. I am sure the war generation felt the same about telephones and TVs.
What is really disturbing is the author James Patterson's take on royalities. Come on, this guy should be filthy rich by now and the totally mercenary attitude is totally unbecoming. I know every penny matters, but there are surely more important things than just the money. Writers, who are supposed to be the conscience of their generation, should definitely go beyond moot pecuniary considerations. Well, this guy is no Keats, so, well, no geat loss.
But, I find the comment in really bad taste and the fact that none else agrees is a sad reflection of the pervasive American Consumerism that is the Zeitgeist of this generation.
Anyway, I thought this one was funny. For the record I do love Pynchon and like Philip Roth and Franzen....
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=449302
http://www.litkicks.com/KindleLoser
Nope, its not the material on the publisher's covetous pricing strategy or the author's reservations about the reading fraternity being reluctant. I am sure the war generation felt the same about telephones and TVs.
What is really disturbing is the author James Patterson's take on royalities. Come on, this guy should be filthy rich by now and the totally mercenary attitude is totally unbecoming. I know every penny matters, but there are surely more important things than just the money. Writers, who are supposed to be the conscience of their generation, should definitely go beyond moot pecuniary considerations. Well, this guy is no Keats, so, well, no geat loss.
But, I find the comment in really bad taste and the fact that none else agrees is a sad reflection of the pervasive American Consumerism that is the Zeitgeist of this generation.
Anyway, I thought this one was funny. For the record I do love Pynchon and like Philip Roth and Franzen....
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=449302
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Amazon's Kindle
http://contemporarylit.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&sdn=contemporarylit&cdn=entertainment&tm=86&gps=133_133_1011_531&f=11&su=p284.8.150.ip_&tt=2&bt=1&bts=0&zu=http%3A//www.amazon.com/
This is interesting. A portable reader should be fun. One can lug it around wherever and the choice available would be huge, not to mention the wonders it will do for the Rain forests and the book pirates. I believe that the future of books and reading is electronic and that a serious reading device is just around the corner.
However, I do forsee major challenges in the adoption of this technology. The greatest of all is the piracy issue. The publishing industry would rather choke to death than open their flanks to the book pirates. Secondly, the chances of a single format appearing for all ebooks are shot to hell. Why? because Microsoft is in the game. It has invested a lot of time and money on its pathetic microsoft reader and as likely to give it up as the devil is to give up Bush. Thirdly, Reading is a snob's pastime. Most book lovers are snobs. The common refrain is going to be either 'They don't feel the same as a physical book'( Obviously not!!! Isn't that like the whole point?) or ' I am not really a technology friendly person!(mostly housewives, pansies and idiots. Who cares about them anyway?). Oh yes, finally, the greedy publishers are going to be shortsighted as usual and overprice the e-books and are going to try and kill off the market. Why? Simply because the margins out of the traditional book business is definitely higher than what the ebook business can be. They cannot have different the formats(hardcover, paperback etc) either. We all know that the bulk of the revenues from a best seller comes from hardcover sales to Libraries and other institutions. Like they are going to kill a cash cow willingly! They will destroy the market by overpricing the e-books. But, the good news is that the number of devices for books in the market has definitely increased. That has to be a good thing, right?
This is interesting. A portable reader should be fun. One can lug it around wherever and the choice available would be huge, not to mention the wonders it will do for the Rain forests and the book pirates. I believe that the future of books and reading is electronic and that a serious reading device is just around the corner.
However, I do forsee major challenges in the adoption of this technology. The greatest of all is the piracy issue. The publishing industry would rather choke to death than open their flanks to the book pirates. Secondly, the chances of a single format appearing for all ebooks are shot to hell. Why? because Microsoft is in the game. It has invested a lot of time and money on its pathetic microsoft reader and as likely to give it up as the devil is to give up Bush. Thirdly, Reading is a snob's pastime. Most book lovers are snobs. The common refrain is going to be either 'They don't feel the same as a physical book'( Obviously not!!! Isn't that like the whole point?) or ' I am not really a technology friendly person!(mostly housewives, pansies and idiots. Who cares about them anyway?). Oh yes, finally, the greedy publishers are going to be shortsighted as usual and overprice the e-books and are going to try and kill off the market. Why? Simply because the margins out of the traditional book business is definitely higher than what the ebook business can be. They cannot have different the formats(hardcover, paperback etc) either. We all know that the bulk of the revenues from a best seller comes from hardcover sales to Libraries and other institutions. Like they are going to kill a cash cow willingly! They will destroy the market by overpricing the e-books. But, the good news is that the number of devices for books in the market has definitely increased. That has to be a good thing, right?
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Stranger in a strange land
Just back from Krakow. I started from Novotel Bronowice at 5pm, Polish time and reached my place in slough at 2:15 am, Polish time. A 9 hour trip, which included a 2.5 hour flight, what seemed like eternity in the various immigration counters, hours of passport checks, a 45 minute wait in the Heathrow airport for a taxi at midnight in the freezing weather and a rambling coachride from Gatwick to heathrow. Getting to Slough from Gatwick, especially when you don't own a car is painful in the extreme. Oh, and there was this really irritating lady who took almost an hour to my 900 Zlotys to Sterlings. But, all said and done, the real pain in the backside was the amount of time I has to spend in the Passport checking counters. I mean what the hell do these people do for the hour and a half that we are made to wait for looking/ feeling like common criminals? Just because we dont have European passports? What bullcrap is that. I mean what do they have on their passport that I dont have? and I still dont understand what these people look for in the Visa when they stare at it for three quarters of an hour. For heaven's sake, first of all, the bloody embassy has granted me a visa after finding me qualified to enter their stupid country one week before. What could have changed in the last 7 days. Things in countries like Poland are even worse. An hour and a half wait in front of the bloody counter when those having European, British or an American visa sauntering in as if they owned the bloody country? Ridiculous. Why dont they spread their legs while they are at it. What's worse is I had to wait the same amount of time while getting out of their stupid country...... How silly is that...... Here I was in front of the counter, trying to find out what was going one when the Immigration guy looks at me as if I were a bug and disgustedly asks me not to peek in to his monitor... Yeah, dude its information about me you are looking at... if you can see it... I have rights too.. I mean I am entitled to look at what you are entering in to the system about me..... Meanwhile a hundred copassengers with European passports have filed past......
Well... What the hell????? Sod it all... I am glad to be back amongst civilization again.
Well... What the hell????? Sod it all... I am glad to be back amongst civilization again.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Extracts from some lyrics that I love- WIP
i'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv tower
i want roses in my garden bower, dig?
- The doors
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when
you're tryin' to be so quiet?
And Louise holds a handful of rain,
temptin' you to defy it
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
- Dylan, Visions of Johanna
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
- Dylan, Its alright ma
So now I'm goin' back again,I
got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.
- Dylan, Tangled up in blue
i want roses in my garden bower, dig?
- The doors
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when
you're tryin' to be so quiet?
And Louise holds a handful of rain,
temptin' you to defy it
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
- Dylan, Visions of Johanna
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
- Dylan, Its alright ma
So now I'm goin' back again,I
got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.
- Dylan, Tangled up in blue
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Can people Get any cheaper?
Just when you thought people couldn't get cheaper JKR comes up with this!!! Disgusting!!!!!! Got this from http://contemporarylit.about.com/
J.K. Rowling Outs Dumbledore
At a Friday night reading from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at New York's Carnegie Hall, J.K. Rowling revealed that Albus Dumbledore is gay.
The revelation came in answer to the question of a 19-year old Colorado reader about whether Dumbledore had ever fallen in love to which Rowling replied, "My truthful answer to you...I always thought of Dumbledore as gay."
"Dumbledore fell in love with Grindelwald [an infamous dark wizard], and that added to his horror when Grindelwald showed himself to be what he was. To an extent, do we say it excused Dumbledore a little more because falling in love can blind us to an extent, but he met someone as brilliant as he was and, rather like Bellatrix, he was very drawn to this brilliant person and horribly, terribly let down by him."
The revelation prompted prolonged applause in the Carnegie Hall audience to which Rowling reportedly responded, "If I had known this would have made you this happy, I would have announced it years ago."
J.K. Rowling Outs Dumbledore
At a Friday night reading from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at New York's Carnegie Hall, J.K. Rowling revealed that Albus Dumbledore is gay.
The revelation came in answer to the question of a 19-year old Colorado reader about whether Dumbledore had ever fallen in love to which Rowling replied, "My truthful answer to you...I always thought of Dumbledore as gay."
"Dumbledore fell in love with Grindelwald [an infamous dark wizard], and that added to his horror when Grindelwald showed himself to be what he was. To an extent, do we say it excused Dumbledore a little more because falling in love can blind us to an extent, but he met someone as brilliant as he was and, rather like Bellatrix, he was very drawn to this brilliant person and horribly, terribly let down by him."
The revelation prompted prolonged applause in the Carnegie Hall audience to which Rowling reportedly responded, "If I had known this would have made you this happy, I would have announced it years ago."
Futility- Plot Development
I Got the list of questions from Elegant Variations. I am ansering this for Futility
1) The Passover Question: Why is this night different from all others?
Because it marks a change, a point of inflection
2) Who's my protagonist, what does s/he want, and what does s/he think s/he wants (it's not always the same thing)?
Me. And the Protagonist wants to be happy
3) What is s/he going to do to achieve these wants?
Dunno. Try and chalk up a successful career
4) Who's standing in the way of his/her achieving these wants?
Himself. Existence. Everything?
1) The Passover Question: Why is this night different from all others?
Because it marks a change, a point of inflection
2) Who's my protagonist, what does s/he want, and what does s/he think s/he wants (it's not always the same thing)?
Me. And the Protagonist wants to be happy
3) What is s/he going to do to achieve these wants?
Dunno. Try and chalk up a successful career
4) Who's standing in the way of his/her achieving these wants?
Himself. Existence. Everything?
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
I am staring at this blank, white screen. There is this burning desire inside me to write. To create some thing…. to leave behind something. Something more substantial than the faded receipts in the drawer and limp, worn shirts hanging in the closet. I don’t know where I am going with this spurt of key-tapping, but it is more than what I’ve done in quite some time. Although, given half the chance, I would like to write some thing meaningful, a piece of craft, something like the Gravity’s Rainbow, but I am too lazy…. No, wait. It’s not laziness. As long as I don’t actually attempt anything, there is chance that I might be good at it, right? You know what? The whole scene is like the farce with the Cat in the box? You don’t know if it’s dead until you open it. Did a parallel universe come in to being when I typed in Key ‘I’? Did million possibilities spring in to existence through that one single act? Is there a Hari right now, tapping these very keys who goes on to become a celebrated Nobel laureate or a cynical playwright, a philandering novelist, a budding poet? Why even another Shakespeare? If all these universes exist right now in parallel, does it not mean that right now, I am in fact writing my ‘V’? Does the fact that it is not happening in this universe make it any less real? But then, there could be this universe in which I picked up this laptop and smashed in the heads of the couple living upstairs. Should I be guilty of that? So, like that particle that turns when its partner is forced to turn, will what happens on those other universes affect me? But then, the theory of infinite universes has not really been convincing, has it? Thank God for that! But wouldn’t it be fun to go the other way from infinite universes and take anything that is as completely arbitrary and whimsical as reality and thrust it in to a quarantined and completely closed environment creating a Russian Doll like Hyper reality. A mental Carnot engine, if you will, which feeds upon our desires and fears and projects the reality limited to its own limitations on us? Maybe that’s what our perceived existence truly is. How many times in our life are we shocked by something absolutely unexpected? The ability of man to imagine something that does not have its roots in the mundane everyday is nonexistent. We all create things based on what we know. If that was the case, God could not have created us out of nothing. We are in fact his image aren’t we? But we can’t just be physical reflections. We might have similar mental faculties to God, right? But then, I am sure the doll was sure that the carpenter’s son had no life because the carpenter painted the doll with his face. The puppet may have the dimple but nothing else besides.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
I am no Heathcliff
Thank God for that. I have moved on. About time! In another moment of blessed Epiphany, I realized... You know what? Chuck it! I am lisening to our maid's sob story as I write this. With a dead husband, unnaffordable rents, Food on the table being barely enough for one let alone three, an unmarried Daughter, wayward son refusing to come home at night....... Well, I hold my peace... Anyways, I am not tossing about like a cat with its head caught in the milk jar. :)
Monday, June 4, 2007
Okay, in office at 840, again! I man not getting enough sleep at home. Anyway, today has been quite good. So far at least. Did a breakfast of Wheat bread with cheese and then a half a glass of Orange juice. Sleep walked and then actually slept during the bus ride to office. Hmmm, nothing much to do today. I will have to run behind the techies to get the work done, then a session at the Gym before running back home and a sitting with either Murdoch or Lawhead. Not surprisingly, my reading has dropped quite dramatically over the last couple of months. This is actually good because, I intend to complete the backlog before starting out with new books. Anyway, the novelty of the laptop has to wear out some time, right?
By the way caught the last part of the Pirates of the Carribean at Forum on Friday. It looks absolutely gorgeous. What Camera work! I mean if a movie was only about Visuals, this movie will be one of the greatest movies ever made. However, since the story and the screenplay are the heart and soul of any movie not to mention the acting, this movie except for certain scenes qualifies as one of the worst duds. Whatever the critics may say, I found the Second part extremely funny. This however was not! Absolutely dull dialogues and worse screenplay. I laughed once or twice during the movie. That's it. I am not sure this is what the powers that be at Disney were looking for! This one looked like one of James Cameron's Worst(Read Titanic) without the mushy sentimentality which might at least have had some teenagers swooning over it! And don't get me started on the acting. Kiera knightly walks around with a fixed expression on her face. She just can't ACT!!!!! But what legs! tHis woman is a beauty! Orlando Bloom has nothing much to do except look determined and strut around behind Kiera. He does that competently. To me the greatest disappointment was Johnny Depp. He is the heart and soul of the Franchise and he lets it down. He has his moments. Especially his intro scene but he gets lost in the absolute clutter that this movie actually is. A clear case of the director trying to hard. What exactly was Cho yung Fat doing in this movie. Geoffrey Rush was good as always, though. But the problem with this movie was that the actors had nothing to do!
Now for the worst thing about the movie. The story itself! It was such a mishmash that most times you were left wondering whether the point of the whole thing was just to make you sit through the two and a half hours. I mean this movie would have been a lot better without the Calypso part or the Pirate Convention or the Singapore fight or the East India company. Such a tangle! The director gets solves this Gordian Knot the same way Alexander did. Only, it does not work as well. Movie making is a lot about Finesse and from the evidence from this movie, the director needs a class on classic finishes. Ask him to watch Casablanca, for crying out loud!!!!!!
Overall, this movie is a decent time pass. But wait for a few days and rent a DVD and watch it on your Home theater is my advice.
By the way caught the last part of the Pirates of the Carribean at Forum on Friday. It looks absolutely gorgeous. What Camera work! I mean if a movie was only about Visuals, this movie will be one of the greatest movies ever made. However, since the story and the screenplay are the heart and soul of any movie not to mention the acting, this movie except for certain scenes qualifies as one of the worst duds. Whatever the critics may say, I found the Second part extremely funny. This however was not! Absolutely dull dialogues and worse screenplay. I laughed once or twice during the movie. That's it. I am not sure this is what the powers that be at Disney were looking for! This one looked like one of James Cameron's Worst(Read Titanic) without the mushy sentimentality which might at least have had some teenagers swooning over it! And don't get me started on the acting. Kiera knightly walks around with a fixed expression on her face. She just can't ACT!!!!! But what legs! tHis woman is a beauty! Orlando Bloom has nothing much to do except look determined and strut around behind Kiera. He does that competently. To me the greatest disappointment was Johnny Depp. He is the heart and soul of the Franchise and he lets it down. He has his moments. Especially his intro scene but he gets lost in the absolute clutter that this movie actually is. A clear case of the director trying to hard. What exactly was Cho yung Fat doing in this movie. Geoffrey Rush was good as always, though. But the problem with this movie was that the actors had nothing to do!
Now for the worst thing about the movie. The story itself! It was such a mishmash that most times you were left wondering whether the point of the whole thing was just to make you sit through the two and a half hours. I mean this movie would have been a lot better without the Calypso part or the Pirate Convention or the Singapore fight or the East India company. Such a tangle! The director gets solves this Gordian Knot the same way Alexander did. Only, it does not work as well. Movie making is a lot about Finesse and from the evidence from this movie, the director needs a class on classic finishes. Ask him to watch Casablanca, for crying out loud!!!!!!
Overall, this movie is a decent time pass. But wait for a few days and rent a DVD and watch it on your Home theater is my advice.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Poem For the day
When you are old and grey- WBYeats
When you are old and grey, and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, Take down this book,
and slowly read, and dream of the soft look,
your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
and loved your beauty, with love False and True,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
and loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
murmur, a little sadly, how love fled,
and paced upon the mountain overhead,
and hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
And nodding by the fire, Take down this book,
and slowly read, and dream of the soft look,
your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
and loved your beauty, with love False and True,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
and loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
murmur, a little sadly, how love fled,
and paced upon the mountain overhead,
and hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Interpretations:(from http://mi.essortment.com/yeatspoem_rddb.htm)
When you are old...,' by William Butler Yeats, is rich with mythical imagery. The ambiguity of certain images is found within its transitions. For instance, as the first line turns into the second a general meaning is transformed into something more particular; the sleep of impending death becomes the weariness of one "nodding by the fire."
Throughout the poem these kinds of transitions of meaning continue, lending a sort of hypnotic quality to the imagery that entrances the reader. The notion of the sleep of death packed into a certain moment wherein one is nodding by the fire is a hook promising deeper levels of meaning. Once brought into the movement of the poem, its content also appeals to me emotionally; the journey from youth to old age is briefly traced in a few tightly-packed phrases, suggesting the reality of sorrow and wasted time and the regret of forsaking the opportunity for Love.
The images are stark but flowing. The first two lines suggest comfort in old age. Death is not a violent end but something one "falls into" as easily as sleep. There is ambiguity here -- to sleep next to a cozy fire may be an attractive proposition, yet given the age and the connotation of the sleep from which one does not awaken in this world, she who is "nodding by the fire" may also be "dying by the fire," expiring as a fire is also extinguished.
On the other hand, the broad notion of nearness to death and the subversive fears and sadnesses it connotes is quickly brought into focus with a contrasting concrete image: an elderly somebody nodding by a fire. She who is "old and grey and full of sleep" begins to read. The phrase "full of sleep" both carries the broad connotation of death, and describes the sleeping that leads to dreaming. Reading, then, these words, she begins to dream about the past and her own youth in a self-reflective way.
The second stanza is descriptive of her dream of the past. As a transition from the first stanza into the second, she remembers her own "soft look," her eyes and "their shadows deep." From this image of her youthful gaze we are brought back to a more general view again; she is reminded of those who loved her "moments of glad grace" and her "beauty with love false or true." Both "grace" and "beauty" are vague and nondescript, yet these lines work to contrast those who loved these general aspects of her with the "one man" who loved her pilgrim soul. This seems to suggest a love willing to journey into age as a companion with her, still loving the "sorrows" of her "changing face" as she shifts through the years.
The deep shadows of her eyes, the vague "soft look" becomes more concrete as one imagines her "changing face" and the sorrows that come through experience. Yet, the one man who forsees in her pilgrim soul the inevitability of growing old, and is still willing to love her, is apparently rejected by her, possibly in favor of those who temporarily love her "grace" and "beauty." From this is implied regret, the sadness of missed opportunity in years that have slipped away.
The dream continues as she bends "down beside the glowing bars" of the fire, perhaps seeking warmth or comfort -- suggesting the desire and need for the fiery love she once rejected. She murmurs, as those who are alone might instead of speaking aloud, testifying to her isolation, "a little sadly." From this concrete image the dream again expands, and we see Love, capitalized as an absolute, fleeing, effortlessly into mountainous distances.
His face hid "amid a crowd of stars," an abstract image issuing from a more concrete description of loneliness and regret, speaks to that which is beyond her reach; it is a love that has become perfect and absolute in itself, which makes her feeling of sad regret all the more stark. The poem begins "When you are old...," rather than "Now that you are old...," which suggests that it is a warning, or a judgment upon an unrequited subject of love.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Wierd!!!!!!!
This is the first time a quiz like this has got it Bang on..... neat, huh? Anyway, I've never heard this Song... So.....
Tangerine |
You are sensitive and caring, and you don't take insults well. You don't smile much, but when you do, you really mean it.
People like to be around you because you are a calming influence. You have an appreciation for all things beautiful, and you probably have some potted plants. You also most likely own a cat.
You like Sundays and hot tea. You will spend your entire life yearning for quiet beauty, which is a rarity in this world, so you read a lot.
Everyone you know thinks you're "nice."
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Saturday, April 14th 2007
Woke up at 7 today. Have lost the ability to sleep beyond that. Washed all the "Essentials" after a perfectly Horrid Breakfast, before settling down with WOT. With the current gone, I couldn't do WOT for more than an hour before dozing off. ?
Went to Enigma again, this time with Rajesh! That has to be the worst pub ever! Loud music and uncomfortable Seats full of the I-am-a-straight-out-of-college-Software-Engineer crowd, and not a single female! Just bloody Outstanding wasn't it?
After a sumptuous dinner at Ponnusamy, Rajesh, Thairu and I reached Forum. The agenda?The Perfect Stranger Starring Halle Berry's Boobs. Seriously! Hell, We all know Berry's gorgeous, but do we have to focus every single frame on her yummy bod? Talk about too much of a good thing! Oh, apart from Halle's boobs, the movie also has Bruce Willis sleep-walking through the role of a promiscuous husband and the typical tough as nails Head Honcho of an Ad firm that has a very original name- H2A(His name is Harrison Hill in the Movie). Now, why a very successful business man would enter chat rooms to pick up girs when there are girls all around the place willing to drop his pants for him is beyond me! Anyways, there is also this clingy Best friend of Ro's, played by Giovanni Ribsi (Please let this guy play a sane man for once!) who is insanely(quite literally, trust me) in love with her.
So much for the characters. Now for the story, Rowena is this hard hitting reporter who specializes at exposing celebrities who gets mighty pissed of after being blown off a story by a well greased editorial board! Her childhood friend Grace, accosts her and tells her about this affair she was having with the 'Harrison Hilll' before she was shown the cold shoulder. Ro reluctantly takes the transcripts of the e-mail conversations between Grace and Hill. The next day she receives a frantic call from Grace's mom saying that she recieved a call from the police or whoever that a body was found that could be her daughter's. We all know what's going to happen next, right? Yes, the Best friend is obsessed with Ro, yes, the best friend slept with Grace, yes he did take pictures of them having sex, yes, Ro, joins Hil's company and tries to seduce him, yes, she also chats with him on the net. Nothing avante garde about this movie so far, eh? you wont be surprised with the rest of the movie either! Ho Hum!!! Been there Seen that!!!!
For those droolers out there, there is life after that topless scene in Swordfish!! You guys should check out Halle in that gorgeous red dress. HOT!!!!!! Though acting was uniformly fair(we are not exactly clamouring for an Oscar for Halle) Bruce Willis was paricularly bad. Brutally Stone Faced, he brings new lows to this already very Cliched, One diamensional character. Who knows we may never ever get to see this guy Act!!!!!! While Giovanni was adequate, we get this feeling that he has done all this before. I know I have said this before, but, why does he have to play a retard or a Psychopath in every bloody Movie?
So my verdict? Dont waste money on this.... go buy a pirated DVD!!!!
Went to Enigma again, this time with Rajesh! That has to be the worst pub ever! Loud music and uncomfortable Seats full of the I-am-a-straight-out-of-college-Software-Engineer crowd, and not a single female! Just bloody Outstanding wasn't it?
After a sumptuous dinner at Ponnusamy, Rajesh, Thairu and I reached Forum. The agenda?The Perfect Stranger Starring Halle Berry's Boobs. Seriously! Hell, We all know Berry's gorgeous, but do we have to focus every single frame on her yummy bod? Talk about too much of a good thing! Oh, apart from Halle's boobs, the movie also has Bruce Willis sleep-walking through the role of a promiscuous husband and the typical tough as nails Head Honcho of an Ad firm that has a very original name- H2A(His name is Harrison Hill in the Movie). Now, why a very successful business man would enter chat rooms to pick up girs when there are girls all around the place willing to drop his pants for him is beyond me! Anyways, there is also this clingy Best friend of Ro's, played by Giovanni Ribsi (Please let this guy play a sane man for once!) who is insanely(quite literally, trust me) in love with her.
So much for the characters. Now for the story, Rowena is this hard hitting reporter who specializes at exposing celebrities who gets mighty pissed of after being blown off a story by a well greased editorial board! Her childhood friend Grace, accosts her and tells her about this affair she was having with the 'Harrison Hilll' before she was shown the cold shoulder. Ro reluctantly takes the transcripts of the e-mail conversations between Grace and Hill. The next day she receives a frantic call from Grace's mom saying that she recieved a call from the police or whoever that a body was found that could be her daughter's. We all know what's going to happen next, right? Yes, the Best friend is obsessed with Ro, yes, the best friend slept with Grace, yes he did take pictures of them having sex, yes, Ro, joins Hil's company and tries to seduce him, yes, she also chats with him on the net. Nothing avante garde about this movie so far, eh? you wont be surprised with the rest of the movie either! Ho Hum!!! Been there Seen that!!!!
For those droolers out there, there is life after that topless scene in Swordfish!! You guys should check out Halle in that gorgeous red dress. HOT!!!!!! Though acting was uniformly fair(we are not exactly clamouring for an Oscar for Halle) Bruce Willis was paricularly bad. Brutally Stone Faced, he brings new lows to this already very Cliched, One diamensional character. Who knows we may never ever get to see this guy Act!!!!!! While Giovanni was adequate, we get this feeling that he has done all this before. I know I have said this before, but, why does he have to play a retard or a Psychopath in every bloody Movie?
So my verdict? Dont waste money on this.... go buy a pirated DVD!!!!
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