Page 43 of Anne Rice’s The Feast of All Saints, when Marcel enters the Mercier house. You can basically smell the New Orleans vegetation in that chapter.
Page 43 of Anne Rice’s The Feast of All Saints, when Marcel enters the Mercier house. You can basically smell the New Orleans vegetation in that chapter.
It might concievably be a crossover of folk horror and this new “cozy fantasy” trend.
I mean, I feel like Folk Horror already covers many of the attributes of “cottagecore” horror.
If you only read a book for it’s plot, and the events which happen, there’s not much reason to re-read. If you read a book to understand and explore it’s themes, often multiple reads are beneficial or even neccesary to see the intricate details embedded in the story.
Grapes of Wrath is shorter and more topically polemic to social, economic and environmental issues to America during the Depression years. East of Eden is a gorgeous, biblical, Shakesperean tragedy of human nature. I feel that theyre both perfect books, but there’s a reason why one is spoken of more often in terms of Great American literature.
There is nothing wrong with reading just for entertainment or relaxation. However, it’s an important value to me that I read to better myself, whether learning through nonfiction, empathy through personal tales or other cultures, or just abstractly through postmodern or erdogic literature.
As such, my “comfort zone” has shifted over time. I would say that Vonnegut is now well within my comfort zone, and that Pynchon and Faulkner are just outside it. This year I read Lot 49 by the former and Sanctuary by the latter, and both were very managable reads, by their standards.
Last year I read through The Iliad, Odyssey, Aeneid, Inferno, and Paradise Lost, and now feel that almost no archaic prose is beyond me. But next year will push out into Canterbury Tales and Pilgrim’s Progress.
I tried to get through A Discovery of Witches’ first chapter on three separate occasions. I’d never read anything so poorly written.