We begin in media res, falling off the Disc into the endless expanse of nothing below. The Octavo, half a world away and mourning the loss of its eighth spell, readjusts reality to bring Rincewind and Twoflower back onto the Disc, which accidentally turns the librarian into an orangutan. Meanwhile, the wizards of Unseen UniversityContinue reading “The Light Fantastic: Here We Go Again”
Most everyone who has read the Discworld series by Sir Terry Pratchett advises not to start with The Color of Magic. Terry himself said this book was “written in protest” about a genre that he loved, but contained “too many dark lords, too much lack of thought”. My fatal flaw is that I’m stubborn, soContinue reading “The Color of Magic: An Introduction to Sir Terry Pratchett’s Discworld”
Earlier today I stubbed my toe but didn’t cry because I’m built different.
I once had to pull a two inch nail out of the bottom of my foot in complete darkness using a pair of pliers and an old towel. The next day I walked barefoot on the beach because I’m built different.
As a person with O- blood, strange supernatural things happen to me often. I have two lines, seemingly parallel, on the back of my right hand. When I touch the scars, my fingers feel like the aline scalpels that cut me all those years ago. I don’t remember the abduction, but I know I didn’t cry because I’m built different.
A view from the Harry Ransom Center Pictured high in both Ransom Center Atrias, the image of Charles Baudelaire’s scandalous flower from his 1857 poetry collection, Les fleurs du mal stands tall. As part of the Ransom Center’s French Literature Collection, this rare first edition of Les fleurs du mal features the namesake Flower ofContinue reading “Les Fleurs du Mal”