Last Feast of Harlequin
@feastlastharlequin
He/Him. Horror propagandist & football shitposter.
From there, vols 4 & 5 read like thrillers, each reducing me to tears every 50 pages from the overwhelming goodness of God. Aside from Scripture & the catechism, these are two greatest books I’ve ever read. 1 series, 1,208 pages, and 4 volumes remain in the ‘trilogy.’ On to THEO-LOGIC. (3/3)
I struggled more with TD than I did GLORY—due mostly to approach—and there were a few times I went “Hans ole buddy, I don’t care.” But then he pulls something off in vol 3 that moves the whole trilogy from one of the greats in theology to the greatest since the Summa. (2/?)
Finished THEO-DRAMA. 1 series, 5 volumes, 2,636 pages. Of all the ppl who talk about Balthasar, I’ve only read 2 people who tried to summarize TD… with good reason. The scope & depth is staggering even by HUvB standards since he is writing a brief sketch of God’s goodness. (1/3)
“[Art] is close to that side of the absolute that we call ‘grace,’ free gift.”
This cracked me up. Probably his most overt jab in the 9 volumes so far.
First volume down, next one up. This was probably the Peakest Balthasar book I’ve read—300 pages to outline a question via theater, 300 pages to the counter argument, then demolishes the counter argument to get at a deeper question.
SOMEHOW there’s more. I stepped outside, on my way to church, and this waited for me. Had no idea it was coming. I swear that better be the end or I’ll need a bigger place.
After 3600 pages, 8 volumes, and 1 series, I have reached the middle of Balthasar’s “trilogy.” Even left a note for myself back in December.
The book, Theaterpromleme, Balthasar quotes here is from 1955. Damn.
Part of the fun of personality quizzes for me is finding out how the split will show up… but it’s been long enough that I flat out don’t remember who the hell Kaworu is, or his role in the story.
It’s time. TBH, I’m low-key terrified. Even tho HuVB read damn near everything and used it in TGOTL, he was not a lit nerd. He is, however, a theater geek. This is his area of hyper-focus and obsession. If nothing else, this book was a very good coaster for many years.
Adobe, however, should ban them. For their own food.
The erotic horror girlies look like they’re having a good time, judging by the dedications.
Average Gene Wolfe fan. My reaction matches Wheezy’s.
A selection of Dawn of Madness minis for the expansion that crosses over with their other game, the aquatic horror Deep Madness. Ft. Camp Grizzly and Clock Tower.
This is a small expansion because it only has a short novel’s worth of gameplay.
Just bloody staggering. Idr what I paid but it was a steal.
Great minis is nothing new in horror games—I own a ton of them—but these leave my jaw on the damn floor. Fucking hell. I remember Cthulhu Wars trying to make something similar to #1 there and it was impossible at the time. (3/?)
That pile in the background is 60 LBS. of board game. (1/?)
Today’s horror mail. A poetry collection, a classic film from Hong Kong, and nothing else.
Rescued from a storage unit. Reading one Spillane was enough to last a lifetime, but hot damn, those covers.
Hot damn, @ivygrimes.bsky.social is so bloody good.
Both were worth the wait. Both riffing on similar themes. Goodis is the poet laureate of hardboiled while McCoy punctuates his sentences with haymakers. Both stare into the abyss, and respond in opposite, but equally bleak, ways. Love ‘em. (Alt title for HORSES: Thomas Ligotti’s Dance Recital)