September 9th, 2004


Oh, to be in Paris in the twenties, totally unlike Sinclair Lewis (as far as I know)...

Went to the American used book store today on Rue Monsieur le Prince. Picked up The Steam-Driven Boy by John Sladek and Fairyland by Paul McAuley. Hopefully this will satiate my Scifi cravings for a while.

I also picked up Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis. Now you get to see my poor little brain in action.

I have been reading A Moveable Feast by Hemingway and in it he talks about F. Scott Fitzgerald, which made me think that I wanted to read The Great Gatsby again. But when I found it in the store, I realized that I didn’t want to read it. For some reason, I always get Gatsby and Babbitt confused. They were both published about the same time I believe.

I like Babbitt. I don’t like Gatsby. When someone praises Gatsby, my mind always changes it to Babbitt and I say that I like it too. Unfortunately, as far as I know, Sinclair Lewis never hung out in Paris, annoying Hemingway.


High above London on the rooftops of the city lives a secret society of misfits governed by a bizarre code of honour...

I went looking for Roofworld by Christopher Fowler because I remember enjoying it years ago and I thought that it had left open the possibility of a sequel set in Paris.

I couldn’t find any info on a sequel anywhere, so I guess he never wrote it, but I did find out that it is in development for a movie! I fear what they may do to it. It could be Underworld without the vampires and werewolves.

It should be a horror version of Subway, coincidentally the worst DVD of all time. It looks like they copied it from a wornout third generation VHS copy. Still worth it to see Christopher Lambert with spiked yellow hair. Also the only Luc Besson film in which the character played by Jean Reno survives to the end.