Few people in the history of fantastic horror have mastered the pure capacity for total dread like H.P. Lovecraft. The early-1900s fantasist is the father of the eldritch, the cosmic, the mind-shatteringly weird. (This, by the way, makes Dunsany and Poe grandfathers of the eldritch, etc. But I won’t track the lineage any further).
Lovecraft mastered the art of the horrible…and managed to be an occasionally horrible person at the same time. H.P. Lovecraft was, for all his wonderful writing, an utter, unabashed racist.
This post is inspired by The Toast’s moving and hilarious “If X Were Your Y” series. Thanks for the laughs, guys.
If Emma Thompson were your mother, the first word you would learn would be “no”, and the second would be “archly”. You would do everything archly. You would sing the alphabet song archly, with light traces of irony in your little voice. You would learn to use the toilet archly, with one eyebrow raised in amusement when your successes were applauded. You would attend nursery school archly, fingerpainting animals with your tongue firmly in your cheek.
It’s the subject every gamer has been buzzing about: as of June 20th, Overwatch overtook League of Legends as the most-played game in Korean internet cafes. These cafes, or “PC bangs,” are the ultimate battleground for MMO’s: if you can make it in the gaming industry’s number one hotbed, you can make it anywhere.
And Overwatch did, dethroning League of Legends from its four-year streak as the most popular game at 30% over 27.86%. Should League of Legends be making a riot out of this? Probably not. But Blizzard’s new first-person shooter could pose problems in the future for Riot. Not because of its marketing strategy, but rather its content.
As someone who has had experience playing both games, I’ll be going into detail on how Overwatch trumps League of Legends not by the numbers, but through its compelling storyline and diverse cast.
What’s better than a good book? A good beverage, preferably enjoyed alongside said good book.
Welcome to Book Sips, a new blog series in which we concoct beverages (and occasionally snacks) inspired by our favorite books. For our inaugural post, we wanted something big. I looked no further than Aaron Starmer’s whip-smart SPONTANEOUS, a contemporary coming-of-age novel chock full of romance, friendship—and spontaneous combustion.
If Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is “the eighth story: nineteen years later”, it’s only ever going to be one eighth of a story. The fact of the matter is, there are a lot of people’s futures that are never going to be answered for, and this is only partly because of the fact that some of those people are canonically dead. While we’ll certainly get to hear lots about Albus and Scorpius, I have a strong feeling that many of the characters we’ve come to love are going to be shunted to the background (particularly, as mentioned, the dead ones).
However! Do not fear! The important thing is that, in the hive mind of the Harry Potter fandom, characters like Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, and poor dead Hedwig are alive and well (and living happily in Hogsmeade with three small daughters, in the case of the middle two. Or the first two. Not the last two.) So I have decided to take a leaf out of Professor Trelawney’s tea and determine the future of everyone’s favorite Harry Potter couples. Please enjoy.
I’ve spent so much time in the belly of A Song of Ice and Fire that reading a new fantasy series – a complete fantasy series – is like dunking my head in a bucket of cold water. It’s like pink lemonade on a July Sunday. A good book makes me want to write, to tell everyone about it, to think about it, to community it. That’s how it was with N.K. Jemisin’s Inhertiance Trilogy.
In homage to the dearly departed The Toast, which said good-bye to the Internet and stopped producing delightful written oddities this month, I offer a parody of my favorite toasty feature series, “How to Tell If You’re In a Novel.”
You are searching for your soulmate, who you will recognize when you find someone who matches your soulmate birthmark. You discover your soulmate at the peak of your loneliness and despair when they are introduced to your immediate social circle or when extraordinary circumstances reveal your beloved best friend or attractive rival had the matching quote, thematic symbol, or the first words you ever said to them hidden on their skin all along.