On adaptation

Someone I follow on Twitter (whose account is locked, so I won’t quote them or call them by name, I hope that’s OK) was complaining about a recent adaptation. Again, I’ll be vague, but basically they were annoyed that the adaptation didn’t really bring anything new to the table. I think that’s worth thinking about some more, as I basically agree.

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Good Travels, Ms. Le Guin

So on Tuesday, Ursula K. Le Guin died. Here’s the NYT article about it. If you aren’t familiar with her work, but still read fantasy or science fiction, you’re familiar with her impact. As I told someone yesterday: she may have been 88, but she seemed like she would just always be there. She’d been writing since nearly my lifetime before my life started, if you follow me.

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The cover of Cultosaurus Erectus by Blue Oyster Cult

Blue Tarot Cult 1

I thought I’d go for one of the obvious choices in my own musical history and read some Blue Oyster Cult! I chose Cultosaurus Erectus, given that it’s considered the band’s greatest album by certain malcontents — that is to say, once upon a time, the fan club’s president wrote a piece that was basically “fight me, this underrated album is actually the best.” I can appreciate that. But the first track on this album is also the whole reason I got into the band at all. And the whole album is crazy.

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a screenshot from the first episode of Devilman: Crybaby

Devilman Crybaby and Japanese poetry

That may sound like a very strange title, but I think there’s something to it. Imagine my surprise when I watched the first episode of Devilman: Crybaby a second time and realized the kids rapping down at the pier are using the Japanese poetic tradition and just inverting it. Right? Why the hell would such a show do such a thing?

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The cover of Holy Diver, Dio's first album

Tarot Diver 1

I came very late to Ronnie James Dio. I don’t really know how that happened. I was in the right place pretty much when I was sixteen: devouring the fantasy-laden lyrics of Led Zeppelin, re-reading Lord of the Rings twice a year; and hungry for more of it all. I read the Wheel of Time books, for goodness’s sake! And yet, I never heard Dio’s music until I was in grad school. I believe, at the time, I said something like “this is sad, because I know I would have loved this even more when I was a teenager.” But I love it now anyway. Let’s do a nice tarot reading of Dio’s first solo album, Holy Diver

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