Archiving my Life Through Placeholders I’ve Found in my Books Part III

The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice

The Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice

The Feast of All Saints by Anne Rice

Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

Guignol’s Band by Louise Ferdinand Celine

The Motorcycle Diaries by Ernesto Che Guevara

A Cellarful of Noise by Brian Epstein

Provenance: How a Con Man and a Forger Rewrote the History of Modern Art, Laney Salisbury, Birth of Impressionism by Aly Sujo

The Girl who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson

The Girl with No Shadow by Joanne Harris

And the Ass Saw the Angel by Nick Cave

I have been going through my old books to see what I find. This is the third entry; I’m slowly combing through all my books. Sometimes it’s as boring as a muni pass or a receipt for the book I’ve found it in. Sometimes it’s something more, something I’d long forgotten, something that reminds me of who I used to be, and who I used to want to be.
This project is really fun but sometimes it’s a bit sad. It reminds me of things I’d forgotten, things I meant to forget. I’m not referring to this particular entry, just this project in general. We store things away to hide them because we can’t throw them out and yet we don’t want to see them anymore. And one day we find them and all those emotions reappear just as that item has.

Archiving my Life through Placeholders I find in my Books
Volume I
Volume II
Volume III
Volume IV

Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Neil Gaiman‘s oeuvre contains graphic novels, short stories, children’s books, novels, a movie, and most recently, a video game. Each of his worlds is unique and complete. Regardless of how fantastical his stories become and how impossible his worlds are, what always exists are strong, empathetic characters with reason and accountability. That is what holds his creations together, a sense of understanding who the characters are before Gaiman takes us into unknown worlds with fantasy creatures that cannot be fully imagined in one’s head. His language is magnificent, effortless, and efficient. The dialogue is perfection: he had a lot of practice creating concise communication to fit into those panels and word balloons.

Neil Gaiman Looked Into my Eyes and Saw my Soul

The first time I saw Neil Gaiman speak was  when he was on tour for the tenth anniversary and reprinting (in hardcover) of American Gods. I got there forty minutes before he was supposed to speak and the line was around the block. He spoke in a church and I had to sit in the furthermost pews in the top of a balcony. (Yes, how very goth, but what do you expect from the author of the Sandman graphic novels, Neverwhere, and The Graveyard Book?) This time he was speaking at the A.C.T. Theatre and it was sold out, 1000 seats! I got there two hours early and procured a great seat.