In honor of the BBC adaptation of Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, airing on BBC America this weekend, we present a celebration of alternate Englands, mysterious magicians, and the magic of Faery creeping into everyday life.
A witty, romantic tale of a Regency England where glamor and magic are an essential part of an accomplished young lady’s repertoire, wrought with an impeccable sense of atmosphere and a marvelous eye for detail.
Faithful correspondents and inveterate mischief-makers Kate and Cecelia are about to have the most dashing, dangerous, chocolate-poisoning, curse-dodging, and all around entertaining Season of their lives.
If it was still 2002 and having the perfect AIM away message was still the most important thing around, my new favorite would have just become "Sorry my darling but I am very busy just now ensuring the survival of our species.“
Nothing is more important than that you see and love the beauty that is right in front of you, or else you will have no defense against the ugliness that will hem you in and come at you in so many ways.
Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.
Hiro used to feel this way, too, but then he ran into Raven. In a way, this was liberating. He no longer has to worry about being the baddest motherfucker in the world. The position is taken. - Neil Stephenson, Snow Crash
A few years ago, Ben Couch was clearing out his bookshelf and finding new homes for a lot of his books. He sent me a copy of Snow Crash with a nice letter inscribed on the inside cover. Several years later, it has been on my reading list for too long. I begin today.
Stephenson followed up with “Anathem” (2008), a work of philosophically inclined science fiction that seemed determined to scare away anyone who regards “A Canticle for Leibowitz” as anything less than the premier achievement of human imagination.