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Feb. 15th, 2009
Sunday Trade: Tamara Drewe
Feb. 15th, 2009 05:56 pm
Tamara Drewe by Posy Simmonds
Brit Posy Simmonds writes and draws a tale of sex, drugs and rock and roll. Well, ok its got an ex-rock star in it. The story actually centers around a writer's retreat at the farm of Stonefields. The owner's husband is a fairly successful writer of a detective series. He's also more than a bit of a philandering prick. The titular character returns to a neighboring house after the death of her mother. Ms. Drewe is a newspaper columnist and would be novelist as well. The young and beautiful women soon has everyone entranced or upset. Especially after several local teens become obsessed with her and her ex-rock star boyfriend...
Simmonds' art style is very clean and crisp and still detailed. Plus look, right there on the cover. Sex! Hard-core sheep on sheep action!
RIP: Anastasia Baburova
Feb. 15th, 2009 06:55 pmI'm just going to quote Tucker Stone of The Factual Opinion, from his weekly recap of The Economist
She spoke the truth, and now she's dead. She might have been a target, as the human-rights lawyer she was walking with--who was shot seconds before her--was. She might have been trying to save that man's life.
She was 25 years old.
Twenty-five, and she'd done more than most--admittedly, she'd had opportunities that few could imagine--a Russian journalist gets a chance to choose integrity and sacrifice on a daily basis, something she grabbed with both hands. She wrote bad poems--one of which is reprinted here--she was willing to pick a fight with anyone, she was a good journalist on the way to being a great one. She cared about truth, she cared about freedom, and she believed that fascism was the biggest threat to Russia, and she believed fascism was coming, and she believed that it was her job to fight against that. She believed in that. She died for that, shot in the head last week in the street. They'll never catch who killed her. They probably won't even try.
And the night after she was murdered?
A group of Russian nationalists brought champagne and celebrated on the still bloody street.
You can take this world and shove it up your fucking ass.
