fiction ahoy

six: a volume of mr paul, i bought this, but not sure why, the art is fantastic, with some really sweet and gentle line work, and the story moves along alright, and aside tom a few examples of casual racism, its inoffensive, but mostly its kind of dull

five where the truth lies--rupert holmes, a fantastic example of his hollywood trash, i took it out after watching the egoyan movie, egyons adpatation was much more clever, he made it closer, more paronid, and v. much about the aesthetic implicaitons of modernism, with the scenes in deco miami hotel rooms and LA glass block mansions working together to push a story of murder/desire (an essay is to be written about his use of third spaces, egoyans, in this film the hotel, tv studio, casino, parks, offices, as compared with the private spaces, homes and such, that seem more open. anyways, the novel was pretty close to the film for the first third, then holmes became less economic and more conventional, and moved into a standard ellroy lite dective story...i dont want to give away any more of the plot, but the main differencee b/w the film and the book was two set peices in disneyland, which made the plasticity appealing...

four the push broom man, one of the better drawn, better constructed, books i have read, brilliant paced, but almost all of the stories feature various desperate men raping and murdering their lovers, who tend to be geishas, or whores or something in b/w...the vile misogyny should be noted.