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Mar. 18th, 2015 09:45 pm
Not enough booze
My NetFlix discs arrived with blinding speed. Like if I hadn't been out all yesterday evening (and into the night) gallivanting about, I would've been able to watch the first episode of Jack Taylor. I'm glad I chose to gallivant, because it was shite. Almost none of the changes from the book made any sense to me. Like of course you knew the main character would be less of an asshole than he is in the novels, but what's with making the rocker chick singer into a garda...who's a blues singer on the side? Really? And was there like an EU grant for shoehorning Kosovo into the plot? Because Jesus God.
All in all, I would've been better off just reading the next novel in the series, which I got for cheap used along Elie Wiesel and something called Losing my Espanish by Herman Carrillo. There was much more I wanted to buy but I kept swatting my hand every time I reached for something by yet another White guy (particularly another dead White guy). Unfortunately, that's almost all there was in the foreign-language section. It's particularly annoying to find newer authors I'd love to read more of (like Jelinek or Barbery) in translation but not in the original. But that's what potluck nets you.
All in all, I would've been better off just reading the next novel in the series, which I got for cheap used along Elie Wiesel and something called Losing my Espanish by Herman Carrillo. There was much more I wanted to buy but I kept swatting my hand every time I reached for something by yet another White guy (particularly another dead White guy). Unfortunately, that's almost all there was in the foreign-language section. It's particularly annoying to find newer authors I'd love to read more of (like Jelinek or Barbery) in translation but not in the original. But that's what potluck nets you.