quinta-feira, 26 de maio de 2005

Leio Fifteen Books (Amphigorey), de Edward Gorey

Divinópolis - Esse post precisa ser escrito em inglês. Sorry, non-english readers.

Edward Gorey has some black-victorian-humour-drawing-style that i could not believe until finish his 15 surreal stories about imaginary animals, suffer children, strange travellers, ghost characters, insects... He writes in classic english and, oh, he is vain. He's addicted to bèlle-époque. He - read this as a big mama from Bronx - doesn't mind the teachings of our holly lord Jesus Christ. I tell you, people: he's an incubus! This is not an anthology, this is scathology! By the way, there are 7,9 millions results for anthology in there. No big deal. But how about the incorrect form antology appears on 26 thousand adresses? Frightened? Barbarian invasions? Did i saw it on MTV? Yeah, the army of guys with umbrellas falling and marching. I guess is Gorey! It seems like an ancient Harvey Peakar. It seems like a brother of Robert E. Howard, like a Pasolini friend, a Ken Loach father. Don't ask me why. I'd tell you everything. Made up my mind. Thanks a lot, dude.

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