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nijibug: Mulan live-action film. Movie, and site, in Chinese. (yhlee! Chinese battle formations!) nijibug reports that it looks to be sticking to the historical documents more than the ballad, so she may die on the battlefield. (I could do without the love story, but it seems no modern movie can be made without one. I'll be watching it for Chinese battlefields.)
I had a dream last night that made me ineffably sad when I woke up, as in it I was reading a trilogy of books that were The Perfect Books. The dream was suffused with that emotion you get when you've picked up a book, are reading it for the first time, and it's right -- it hits you in all the right ways, and you can't put it down, and the moment you've finished it, all you want to do is start over from the beginning for the very first time.
Unfortunately, the books don't actually exist. And I can't even remember enough about them to entertain the notion of, at some point, writing them. :) They didn't seem like something I'd care to read on the surface, but that was part of the whole feeling of rightness - the surprise that this book would speak to me after all.
They all had as a central character a tall, slender man* with very long hair. In the first two, he was an antagonist, and in the third a protagonist. The setting was ... not screwball, really, but it had some of that Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy flavor, where the absurdities of the human condition are exaggerated and turned into alien societies. Mixed with some of the darkness and absurdity of Brazil, but not a dystopia. I don't remember anything about the first book, but in the second, the main character had a small spaceship/personal craft that could land in a house, and at one point that's not clear to me now but made TOTAL SENSE AT THE TIME he was in bed, platonically, much to his dismay, with the female protagonist, who was cranky at him. In the third, he was, for plot reasons, the protagonist and part of a band. The scene I remember bits of took place at a large building out in a desert somewhere that was a sort of retirement community/hotel. There was a bus, tricked out like something in The Road Warrior, that the band came in on.
And after that, the dream took a fannish turn, where I was in a dusty office in this building, as me, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
papersky** came in, saw the copy of the third book I had on the desk, and started talking excitedly to me about it. And then we both saw a poster I had on the wall for it, which then made me realize that the books had been optioned and were in production as an animated movie. I remember flipping through a magazine and seeing production stills from it, and an official artwork of the guys in the band from the 3rd book. And I remember marveling over the action contained in the poses, and thinking that I had to tell puppleball about this, as we could swipe some of these for future photographic endeavors.***
I just wish the books existed so I could read them again for the first time.
*myrialux and I watched the latest Doctor Who ep last night, and I spent most of it marveling at how skinny David Tennant is. Down to the width of his shoulders - it's his whole frame, not just his fat content. I suspect that made it into my subconscious. :)
** Who I have never met, nor even, I think, exchanged comments with on Usenet or LJ, but I've read her poetry, and her reviews over on tor.com, which, I suspect, spurred this part.
*** Several years ago she was the art director and I was the photographer for a cyberpunk RPG book published by a company our friends ran. We were just recently remarking about how we ought to do a project - the photographs, not the game - like that again. :)
nijibug: Mulan live-action film. Movie, and site, in Chinese. (yhlee! Chinese battle formations!) nijibug reports that it looks to be sticking to the historical documents more than the ballad, so she may die on the battlefield. (I could do without the love story, but it seems no modern movie can be made without one. I'll be watching it for Chinese battlefields.)I had a dream last night that made me ineffably sad when I woke up, as in it I was reading a trilogy of books that were The Perfect Books. The dream was suffused with that emotion you get when you've picked up a book, are reading it for the first time, and it's right -- it hits you in all the right ways, and you can't put it down, and the moment you've finished it, all you want to do is start over from the beginning for the very first time.
Unfortunately, the books don't actually exist. And I can't even remember enough about them to entertain the notion of, at some point, writing them. :) They didn't seem like something I'd care to read on the surface, but that was part of the whole feeling of rightness - the surprise that this book would speak to me after all.
They all had as a central character a tall, slender man* with very long hair. In the first two, he was an antagonist, and in the third a protagonist. The setting was ... not screwball, really, but it had some of that Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy flavor, where the absurdities of the human condition are exaggerated and turned into alien societies. Mixed with some of the darkness and absurdity of Brazil, but not a dystopia. I don't remember anything about the first book, but in the second, the main character had a small spaceship/personal craft that could land in a house, and at one point that's not clear to me now but made TOTAL SENSE AT THE TIME he was in bed, platonically, much to his dismay, with the female protagonist, who was cranky at him. In the third, he was, for plot reasons, the protagonist and part of a band. The scene I remember bits of took place at a large building out in a desert somewhere that was a sort of retirement community/hotel. There was a bus, tricked out like something in The Road Warrior, that the band came in on.
And after that, the dream took a fannish turn, where I was in a dusty office in this building, as me, and
papersky** came in, saw the copy of the third book I had on the desk, and started talking excitedly to me about it. And then we both saw a poster I had on the wall for it, which then made me realize that the books had been optioned and were in production as an animated movie. I remember flipping through a magazine and seeing production stills from it, and an official artwork of the guys in the band from the 3rd book. And I remember marveling over the action contained in the poses, and thinking that I had to tell puppleball about this, as we could swipe some of these for future photographic endeavors.***I just wish the books existed so I could read them again for the first time.
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myrialux and I watched the latest Doctor Who ep last night, and I spent most of it marveling at how skinny David Tennant is. Down to the width of his shoulders - it's his whole frame, not just his fat content. I suspect that made it into my subconscious. :)** Who I have never met, nor even, I think, exchanged comments with on Usenet or LJ, but I've read her poetry, and her reviews over on tor.com, which, I suspect, spurred this part.
*** Several years ago she was the art director and I was the photographer for a cyberpunk RPG book published by a company our friends ran. We were just recently remarking about how we ought to do a project - the photographs, not the game - like that again. :)
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The feel ended up being similar to a lot of children's books that are being published now, after the success of Lemony Snicket: a setting that wouldn't make sense or work if the story were realistic, but the genre trappings and general absurdity make it work. If that makes sense.
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