Posts Tagged ‘Books’

Not For Me.

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

Picture 9

I leafed through this book at Jaco’s a couple of weeks ago . . . I barely made it to page 34. Try to make it farther.

Learn more about the book here.

Canadians.

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

coupland-x-mcluhan

This working for a living thing is putting a real damper on regular posting this week.

Over the last couple of months I believe I have done a swell job laying low on the Douglas Coupland fanboy-isms . . . so I am going to let it fly right here:

Douglas Coupland has a new book about Marshall McLuhan which is part of Penguin’s Extraordinary Canadians series. It has already been said — but if there is one notable Canadian author who should be writing about Marshall McLuhan, it is Douglas Coupland.

Macleans magazine has an excerpt for your reading pleasure here.

Some other random Coupland notes I could offer:

+ I was in a local used cd/dvd emporium with Vyn over the weekend. They had the first and only season of the CBC produced series, JPod. $14.99. I didn’t buy it. I watched this show, with a group of assembled individuals, in my basement every week when it originally aired . . . I caught all episodes with the exception of the last two.

Rick has the series on dvd, so I’m planning to borrow it from him one day and bring closure to that chapter in my life.

+ After not buying JPod on Saturday, I went by the local library and checked out the newly minted, revised edition of Coupland’s City of Glass. City of Glass is a fun, visual meandering of Coupland talking about his favorite city — Vancouver.

+ Last night I talked to Vyn about Generation A. He just finished reading it.

+ Done.

Graphic Novel.

Friday, February 19th, 2010

Blankets

Maybe this is the equivalent of someone saying ‘I got into the Ramones because I first listened to Green Day’. I’m not too sure . . . but let’s not get hug up on it. Either way, you get to the Ramones, and I suppose that is what matters.

I got into reading Graphic Novels because of Blankets.

Blankets is a sprawling, wonderful book that I have gone back to more than once. It really opened my eyes to the whole genre of Graphic Novels, territory I had not previously explored, and I will say. I like what it has to offer.

Granted, I have only scratched the surface of what’s available, and if it wasn’t for Chris Vyn (who is really into Graphic Novels), I would be even further behind.

Browse through the Graphic Novel section at your local library or bookseller. You’ll be surprised at what you find.

I suggest you look for this. It is good.

Ed Templeton.

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

Templeton

The super awesome Ben Tyne tipped me off to this photography site, AmericanSuburb X, yesterday. Today I visited it for the first time and was stoked before I was halfway through reading the title of the first post.

I have always been a moderate-to-big fan of Ed Templeton. The Toy Machine art direction and design has always been fun to look at . . . but more importantly, Toy Machine is responsible for another of my all time favorite skate videos (there are many all time favorites), Welcome to Hell.

Since racking a number of great video parts over the year, Ed Templeton has been arting around various parts of the planet, contributing nice works to the world’s general aesthetic. His latest piece is an autobiographical book comprised of words and photo’s — fragments of which all link together into one shadowy whole.

Check out the original post, I am referring to here.

Buy the book here.

Sony Digital Book Reader.

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

This past Christmas season, Santa brought my friend Rick a fancy new Sony Digital Book Reader, so I asked him to write up a few thoughts about it.

Here is what Rick had to say on the matter:

Review: The Sony PRS – 600 Digital Book Reader

The first thing you notice about the Sony eBook Reader is the screen: charcoal floats on a smoke-grey background and the brilliant white page we’re familiar with is strikingly absent. The advantage to this “e-ink” technology soon becomes obvious as the eye-strain that comes from a backlit monitor simply doesn’t occur. It’s also possible to read in bright sunlight but, unlike your laptop, a lamp is required to read in a darkened room. Let’s face it though; a lamp is required for reading dead-tree books as well and not many of us curl up in bed to read a good book on our laptop. Paper and ink books may never go the way of the vinyl record but eBook readers are not going to disappear either

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Coupland.

Monday, January 11th, 2010

For many years, I have been openly unapologetic in my Douglas Coupland fanboy status.

I picked up his latest book, Generation A, back in October, but put off reading it (which was hard as hell to do) as I was working through some other books.  This weekend, I finally got into it.

I wasn’t a full blown skeptic, but I did have a slight sense of concern after:

1. Reading the title.
2. Noticing this novel follows a very similar format to previous Coupland books.

I wondered, not aloud, but internally . . . if Generation A was going to live up to the hype I had been building in my heart and head since 10/09.  Would this be another Coupland book I start telling everyone to read?

Or would it be something along the lines of Miss Wyoming?  Enjoyable, because it’s Coupland (and I’m a fanboy), but not necessarily one to lose your shit over.

Friends.  By the time I reached page three.  My questions were answered.  Coupland is like fine wine.

Cornfields are the scariest things on the entire fucking face of the planet. I don’t mean that in a Joe-Pesci-clubbed-to-death-with-an-aluminum-baseball-bat kind of way.

I don’t mean it in an alien-crop-circles kind of way, and I don’t mean it in a butchering-hitchikers kind of way. I don’t even mean it in an alien-autopsy-remains-used-as-fertilizer kind of way.

I mean it in a Big-Corn-Archer-Daniels Midland/Cargill/Monsanto-genetically-modified-high-fructose-ethanol kind of way.

Corn is a fucking nightmare.

A thousand years ago it was a stem of grass with one scuzzy little kernel; now it’s a bloated, footlong, buttery carb dildo.

Since I am only 2/3′rds of the way through the novel, this is far too premature for a full-on review . . . not that I would be into writing a review anyway.  This book, so far has been immensely enjoyable.

Carb dildo.  Awesome.

The Rider

Friday, December 4th, 2009

The greater the suffering, the greater the pleasure. That is nature’s payback to riders for the homage they pay her by suffering. Velvet pillows, safari parks, sunglasses; people have become woolly mice.

They still have bodies that can walk for five days and four nights through a desert of snow, without food, but they accept praise for having taken a one-hour bicycle ride. ‘Good for you’.

Instead of expressing their gratitude for the rain by getting wet, people walk around with umbrellas.

Nature is an old lady with few friends these days, and those who wish to make use of her charms, she rewards passionately.

The Rider

J.

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

Hunter.

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

Hunter

Around this time last year, I was on a pretty big Hunter S. Thompson kick. The weird thing is, even though I have thoroughly enjoyed everything I have read from him, I can’t really say if I am a big fan or not. Have you experienced anything like this? We do, have the exact same taste in footwear, however.

The Road.

Thursday, September 24th, 2009

the-road

Saturday afternoon, whilst talking about Nick Cave, Graeme and Steve asked me if I had read The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I replied no. You should read it, they said (in unison). Not having read any Cormac McCarthy, and failing to read the synopsis on the back cover (when I had finished the book I realized I didn’t read the synopsis on the back cover, so I read it then). I didn’t know what kind of book I was getting into.

While not being entirely dissimilar . . . The Road isn’t too much like any book I have gotten into. I enjoyed it a great deal and think you may enjoy it as well. However, I will say, like a good Joy Division record, you might not want to venture into it on an already sad, rainy day.

Maybe have some kittens or puppies around to play with shortly after reading.

There is a film adaptation coming out soon, I haven’t Googled much about it, but I think it may have played at the Toronto International Film Festival. You can watch the trailer here.

Buy the book here.