Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

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This kind of sums up the last couple of days.

Neil Gaiman wrote this in a web chat back on May 3rd, 2000 that I saved:
Elise, I think the most interesting thing about real life is that it doesn't fall into easy genre patterns. In the course of a week (hell, in the course of half an hour) you can stumble from tragedy to slapstick to soap opera to pornography to horror to courtroom drama to love story. There's sweet and sour in there.

That's part of it.

If you duck the horrible, then the beautiful means nothing. If you duck the beauty then the darkness is meaningless. And if there's no humour in the mix it's like a dish without salt.

Good Omens was the last time I wrote anything that was nothing but humour, and, although it was fun to write, and working with Terry Pratchett was terrific (I felt like a journeyman getting to work with a master craftsman) I don't think I'll ever write another book that's just funny.

Coraline (which it's very bad manners to talk about as no-one except me has read it) is a very strange book. It's like an Angela Carter book for little girls. Scary and funny and, in the end, I think, kind of beautiful.

Where did I learn that?

I don't know. I do know I love writers who do it though, from Harlan and Roger Zelazny and Lafferty to Alan Moore, Jonathan Carroll, Hope Mirrlees... I like writers who use a lot of different seasonings.
The last couple of days have kind of been like that. That's all I'll say. Sorry to be so non-specific, but at least I can quote Neil Gaiman on the subject, 'cause even when he's non-specific he's specific. Or something.

Anyway. Actual stuff done today: visiting with Mom, hitching a ride with her to the Hawthorne neighborhood for bank, library, and grocery store errands, treat-lunch and computer time at Southeast Grind (this place has potential (this is NOT A PAID PLUG)), more computer time at the downtown library, riding the buses on the reopened Transit Mall for the first time in over two years, passing lots of people camped out on lawn chairs for a parade tonight, and finding another present at Powell's that friends of mine will appreciate. And not getting sunburned while doing it. I also had my not-yet-complete experience watching the Battlestar Galactica miniseries.

Meanwhile: A lot of you are in my thoughts for a lot of reasons. Be okay.
Tags: books, bsg, harlan, peregrinations, portland

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