FEATURED AUTHOR - Catalina Du Bois resides in the southwestern United States, where she finds inspiration from the enchanting landscapes of the desert. With a penchant for motorcycles, camping trips, and crafting romantic mysteries, Catalina is known for her candid and unfiltered writing style. Despite her reluctance to tout awards and accolades, Catalina's love for storytelling shines through in her works.
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Although the characters are supposed to have opposite personalities, they blur together once the adrenalin flows, and I couldn't keep the entomologist straight from the adventurer.
Oddly, this would be a better story set on another planet, without the shrinking ray, and with a hive-society of aliens. The hive brain would not seem so outlandish. Still, for a pulp story it's pretty engrossing.
A simple and charming story, with the sedate characters of the bachelor and the sister contrasting nicely with the excitement of the society people.
A good story for a rainy night.
Alan's twin brother jumped ship and stayed on Earth six weeks ago, and now would be 9 years older. As the Valhalla returns to Earth, Alan is determined to find his brother, if he can.
The main character is nicely obsessed, with one obsession following another. The veteran gambler is a good character--hard to pigeon-hole. Everyone else is pretty much sketched in enough to get them through the story. Theoretically, women exist in the book, but none are rude enough to intrude.
The writing makes me want to read more Eliot, but the plot belongs with Stoker and Lovecraft. It is an occult horror story--a pity.
The first dialogue, between Cannius and the cyclops Poliphemus begins when Cannius can't believe the cyclops is carrying a New Testament. The conversation turns to how to tell a good Christian. By clothing? By church service? by actions?
The second dialogue, between Beatus (blessed--a rich man) and Bonifacius (a handsome man--bonny-face) concerns whether it's better to have a good name or the "talents" the name implies. It ranges widely over prejudice and hypocrisy, status and pretence.
The dialogues have observations worthy of Oscar Wilde, as well as puns, but it is hard to make out sometimes, as J is used as I, Y is used as I, I is used as J, and U is used as U and V.
They are a couple of lighthearted satires, nowhere near as serious as his Against War.
The main character and the inquisitor are well-drawn, and the plot had me wondering what the plan was and how it could possibly succeed.
The writing is good, but it is a telepathy story . . . .
The second essay, The Death of Jean, was written Christmas Eve of 1909 with his daughter lying dead in the next room. It is very hard to read.
There are also accounts of two assassinations, trivial magazine articles, an appreciation of Switzerland, and one of William Dean Howells, a funny explanation of his learning to ride a pennyfarthing bicycle, and his contribution to exposing Shakespeare as a fraud.
Please read at least the first two essays.
A one joke story.