6 may 2005

looks like i haven graced the ground fer who noes how long... sigh, unfortunately or otherwise, i had taken to cooping up in the vicarious world of renaisance fiction. piteously, i find it more soul-saving to desecrate oneself into the ferocity and power of those pass age tales than to live in staleness of today, spiritless.

if you are really looking for something that will jar you, i think you really should pick this up: SARAH DUNANT's "birth of venus". this leave you feeling like you're dangled head down from the celling and every drop of blood in your body is rushing to its head. i was so consumed by the the shock and gravity i would say its the best thing i read so far, even better than "Maya". damn the critic who gave it one star.

The novel dabs its fingers into love, art, beauty, history, religion, and sex (whoo..) of a ever so absorbing florence. And, the mettle women are made of.