Linking away...

[selenak]

The Frankfurt Book Fair is approaching, which means minimum online time next week, but if any of you should be near Frankfurt from Wednesday onward, we might meet! (Tuesday I have to be in Leipzig, which makes for a later arrival than usual at my favourite Book Fair.)

Now: if you're not German, you probably never heard of late 19th century writer Karl May, let alone two of his characters named Winnetou and Old Shatterhand. Thankfully, someone put up a a pic spam from the movies plus excerpts from the novels demonstrating why those of us who read these novels as children or teenagers a) always root for the Indians, not for the cowboys, in any Western, b) are pre-conditioned to like stories about friendship-against-the-odds between "natural" enemies, and c) think America looks like the former Yugoslavia until we actually visit. (Not completely kidding about the last one: the Karl May movies back in the 60s were shot in Yugoslavia because no one could afford filming in the US then.)

Random link of the day: the_grynne put up some beautiful poems by Cavafy, the most famous Greek poet after Homer (well, in Greece at any rate), including my favourite of his, The God Abandons Antony. Captures those last days before Antony and Cleopatra died better than any novel I've read.


Lastly, a fanfic rec: Celebrity Victim is a fantastic Dexter story - no spoilers for the third season, set after season 2 - which also manages to be a crossover to a very different fandom, as the presumed victim, whom Dexter is sure he didn't kill, is one Lex Luthor. The use of the entire Dexter ensemble is excellent, as is the Dexter narrative voice. Read it as soon as you can!

Comments

[neotoma.livejournal.com]

I have heard of the May westerns, because they get mentioned fairly often in Donna Barr's graphic novels (http://www.donnabarr.com/Page_1.html). She is writing about Germans of the period that May's books would have been the hot new thing, admittedly.

I'm trying not to giggle at the movie stills, but *damn* those are some skinny Mescaleros. The people I met when I lived in New Mexico tended to be huge bearish guys.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

Well, that's what you get from casting a Frenchman and a couple of citizens of the former Yugoslavia (since I don't know whether they were Serbs or Croats, I'm being careful with the designation) as Mescaleros.*g*

I didn't know about Donna Barr, so thanks for the link!