Bloody Cathars

[satyrica]

It's very wierd when you decide to read trash and it quite unexpectedly turns into a whole different kind of trash: decided after finishing The Waves that I needed to read something a little less dense (and a little less existential: whilst I find Mrs. Woolf captivatingly and convincingly resonant, she does feed rather too powerfully into my underlying nihilism which Mags was having to endure the effects of on holiday,) so I grabbed a copy of The Snow Garden by Christopher Rice (son of Anne of Lestat fame and purveyor of slickly written fag-lit thrillers) which for three hundred pages was exactly the sort of queer coming-of-age skeletons-in-closets angsting I's expecting, only to find the denouement turning into a wierd cultish, sub-Donna Tartt orgy of pseudosexual ritualism and resucitated heresies. Very odd.

Comments

[sea-cucumber.livejournal.com]

actually, that sounds quite good....
mmm... heresy....

[satyrica.livejournal.com]

I did think of you as soon as the Cathars started coming out of the woodwork . .

[sea-cucumber.livejournal.com]

really? hehehe! I don't know if that is worrying or cool :) :)

[reindeerflotila.livejournal.com]

avoid the one about the violin

[satyrica.livejournal.com]

by Mrs. Woolf do you mean? which one's that?

[reindeerflotila.livejournal.com]

no, rice's offspring

re: Bloody Cathars

[darklittlefox.livejournal.com]

"Kill them all. God will know his own."

Catholic policy on collateral casualties, during the Albegensian Crusade against European heretics.

Re: Bloody Cathars

[satyrica.livejournal.com]

yeah, I had a whole Dr. Jeff speech worked out comparing the Office of the Justicar's tactics to that particular siege, but no-one ever pushed him far enough to make me use it . . .