Some books are like falling into a world. Catherynne M. Valente's Under in the Mere is more like a literary intoxicant. I can only read one rather brief section at a time, lest I become word-drunk and spin with myth and metaphor. Interesting stuff, and rather addictive in its way...
I'm posting this because I cannot count the number of times I've gone to the movies only to be left wondering, "Where are all the women? Where are all the women's stories?" If any of you reading my page have the means to help this woman produce her movie, I urge you to lend a hand. At the very least, please take the time to read this in full. Our stories are out there. Our voices are here. Let's use them.
Those who know me know that I am as prone as any to get swept away by a tasty novel. Yet I know I don't post much about what I read. I am one to lose myself to a story for a time, to become another world, then to step back to my own with a few delicious memories ephemeral as dreams.
Today I step out of my hermitage to share a book I have not yet read:
I am excited by Catherynn M. Valente's (yuki_onna) new novel Palimpsest. Rather than asking you to believe what I think about it, I encourage you to sample it here. She paints a vivid world that I am eager to get caught up in, a sexually-transmitted city made multisensory by her partnership with s00j.
Now to save up so I can procure myself a copy...