Julian Darius
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- Geslacht
- male
- Nationaliteit
- USA
- Woonplaatsen
- Waikiki, Hawaii, USA
Illinois, USA - Opleiding
- Lawrence University
- Beroepen
- teacher
- Organisaties
- Sequart Research & Literacy Organization
- Korte biografie
- After graduating magna cum laude from Lawrence University (Appleton, Wisconsin), Dr. Julian Darius obtained his M.A. in English, authoring a thesis on John Milton and utopianism. In 2002, he moved to Waikiki, teaching college while obtaining an M.A. in French (high honors) and a Ph.D. in English.
His controversial dissertation became the novel NIRA/SUSSA.
In 1996, while still an undergraduate, Darius founded what would become Sequart Research & Literacy Organization, which promotes comic books as a legitimate art through its website, books, and documentary films.
Darius currently lives in Illinois. [Amazon, retrieved 7/8/12]
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Ye Gods, what am I reading?
Erotic and violent, criticized as pornographic, nonetheless supremely literary. Apparently, that's what I was reading. It's frightening.
"A Lolita updated for the ostensibly less prudish, still-new century." (The writer's own words, my italics.) I'd like to think I'm one of them. But I could still barely read through all of it. Nira/Sussa defies an unwritten (haha) law (carried out by the less, er...evolved(?) which, sadly, is more than half of the world) just like Nabokov did all those years ago. I was sorely daunted to read this one. But I'm glad I did, although it's still haunting me.
Why? Because it's brilliant. Intense. And it allegedly won its author a Ph.D. in English.
Also: His name is Julian Darius, which by great coincidence just happens to be the name of this novel’s author.
(What's the idea?)
Julian: I think it adds a whole other layer to the story. There's a kind of creepy, confessional, OMG aspect to it when the narrator's name is on the cover. And this plays with the reader, because we know better than to think that someone's a serial killer for writing a serial killer, even with his name. But still... it's disturbing and interesting.
Do you agree that aspect works?
(Yes.)
Julian: I do suspect that some people can't handle it, though... some readers have really reacted with horror to the narrator, and I'm sure that's worse because of his name.
(A lot of people don't react all that well to Lolita either, even now.)
Julian: I've seen that too. Always shocks me.
I think you have to be a little on the sick and twisted side to get off on this book. The later half . . . it was very, very violent. Been days since I read this, and I'm still having nightmares about The Club. The prose . . . not as eloquent, not elegant like Nabokov's, but more graphic. Which makes it a different compelling. This story of Nira/Sussa is like Lolita, but nothing else is. Immensely philosophical, really. An ink minefield of words . . . about the stark reality of free will . . . and mostly about the harsher edges of desire that we all have . . . ones that I believe are better left unexplored.
I can't really write a review, I can't. Not a coherent one, anyway. So I'll end with this:
… (meer)
Erotic and violent, criticized as pornographic, nonetheless supremely literary. Apparently, that's what I was reading. It's frightening.
"A Lolita updated for the ostensibly less prudish, still-new century." (The writer's own words, my italics.) I'd like to think I'm one of them. But I could still barely read through all of it. Nira/Sussa defies an unwritten (haha) law (carried out by the less, er...evolved(?) which, sadly, is more than half of the world) just like Nabokov did all those years ago. I was sorely daunted to read this one. But I'm glad I did, although it's still haunting me.
Why? Because it's brilliant. Intense. And it allegedly won its author a Ph.D. in English.
Also: His name is Julian Darius, which by great coincidence just happens to be the name of this novel’s author.
(What's the idea?)
Julian: I think it adds a whole other layer to the story. There's a kind of creepy, confessional, OMG aspect to it when the narrator's name is on the cover. And this plays with the reader, because we know better than to think that someone's a serial killer for writing a serial killer, even with his name. But still... it's disturbing and interesting.
Do you agree that aspect works?
(Yes.)
Julian: I do suspect that some people can't handle it, though... some readers have really reacted with horror to the narrator, and I'm sure that's worse because of his name.
(A lot of people don't react all that well to Lolita either, even now.)
Julian: I've seen that too. Always shocks me.
I think you have to be a little on the sick and twisted side to get off on this book. The later half . . . it was very, very violent. Been days since I read this, and I'm still having nightmares about The Club. The prose . . . not as eloquent, not elegant like Nabokov's, but more graphic. Which makes it a different compelling. This story of Nira/Sussa is like Lolita, but nothing else is. Immensely philosophical, really. An ink minefield of words . . . about the stark reality of free will . . . and mostly about the harsher edges of desire that we all have . . . ones that I believe are better left unexplored.
I can't really write a review, I can't. Not a coherent one, anyway. So I'll end with this:
I had fancied myself a Byron, mad and bad of letters if not of motorcycles.Priceless line.
… (meer)
The title story "Shedding Skin" is really interesting and makes up about three-quarters of the book. It's about a guy whose wife has a baby at her Native American aunt's house. Five years later something strange happens.
The second story is much shorter and more abrupt. A guy's dying father tells him he keeps vampires in his dungeon. It was kind of an interesting idea of what you can do with your own pet vampire, something they could try on "True Blood" or something.
The second story is much shorter and more abrupt. A guy's dying father tells him he keeps vampires in his dungeon. It was kind of an interesting idea of what you can do with your own pet vampire, something they could try on "True Blood" or something.
Although this screenplay is based on an event that occurred almost ninety years ago, the story is relevant today. In the late 1920’s, Andrew Kehoe, a depressed man with a history of a problem childhood, bombed a school in Bath, Michigan. Today, we read stories about bombings almost every day in every newspaper or see scenes of bombing aftermaths on the nightly news. However, most people probably do not give much thought to how these events affect the victims and the communities. In this screenplay, the reader experiences this and more. Because it is a screenplay, the story reads quickly, which only heightens the impact. The author also has shown the reader how such an event affects and changes the victims and the community. This compelling story is a must-read for anyone interested in today’s events and understanding how they affect all of us. This was not an act of terrorism as understood today, but it parallels terrorist acts and events in most ways. I received this free from goodreads.… (meer)
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This book reads like a Doctoral Thesis, so if you're not up for academic texts, this can be a bit of a slog. It's a thin book, but very heavy on the detail. On the other hand, if you like in-depth analyses of obscure graphic novels? Run, don't walk, to your nearest bookseller and get a copy!… (meer)