Reading Asimov's Foundation. I think I like the idea of reading the book more than the book itself (because I promised myself I would start on the Foundation series during this month of a short holiday and it has been a week since it begun and I stare at the pile by my bed every morning and night, its lurid orange cover an accusation) - but I am only on the entree i.e. first twenty pages so I might expect a sea change in attitude over the course of the next few chapters. I'm not the sort to reach out books on space and alien conquests and futuristic drama anyway, but perhaps it could be (no, I know so) that it would be this semester's SF module that gives me reason to read these books and soak my head in their world-building.

Finished Night Film last night (appropriately, too). What had I been expecting? There is something...missing - though whether it is the nagging feeling of absence or the absence itself that nags, I do not quite know and I might never will - a spark, a sparkle that made me swallow Pessl's first offering, her beautifully eloquent debut. Calamity Physics was a lucid, riveting page-turner - clever in its originality. Though Night Film may be appreciated more in the arena of technique, and playing with dreams/delusions and reality, knowledge extensions & etc i.e. conceptually more mature and developed, in terms of gymnastics, Calamity Physics takes the crown. Furthermore, while I know Pessl is playing with reality contortions, somehow I felt it wasn't as skillfully handled as I knew she was capable of doing. Its suspense was punctuated by sentiments of banality. This one is a toned-down detective novel, even the main character pales in comparison with the precocious, knowledgeable yet unwise Blue. I felt deflated, and disappointed as I turned the last page.

Before I go, a few mixes that have caught my attention recently; or rather, drew attention to themselves by virtue of their subtlety. Study music for me.

Sic transit gloria mundi (!!!)
Gardens of Buyan
1919