Penny Dreadful is wonderful
While under house arrest, we started watching the cable series Penny Dreadful by John Logan, directed by J.A. Bayona and starring Eva Green, Timothy Dalton (he was Bond in the mid-80s), and remember Josh Hartnett? Set in Victorian England, the show brings together the monsters of Victoriana, including vampires, Frankenstein’s creature, and Dorian Gray. If there’s anything we love, it’s a TV show with a reading list. There are the obvious sources: Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, but the book that immediately springs to mind is The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen by Alan Moore. Throw in Moore’s From Hell because there’s a serial killer preying on prostitutes, and Moby Dick because Dr. Frankenstein’s “child” may have worked on a whaler. And Hawksmoor by Peter Ackroyd, about the human sacrifice involved in the building of seven churches in 18th century London.
Speaking of the half-world, we don’t know if it’s the medication we’re on, but we’ve been having conversations with people who aren’t there. Hmmm probably not the meds, which are all antibacterial and antiviral stuff. More likely it’s sleeping 12 hours a day and plotting to break out of the house. The other day we were sure our sister had dropped by at 3am, and we remember what we had talked about. Except that she didn’t drop by at 3am. Uh-oh, is the Dark Phoenix hanging around again?
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June 10th, 2014 at 20:46
That same thing happened to me too, when I had my first gallstone attack back in 2008. I was still in Cambodia then. I was sick for a whole week–feverish, with this intense pain on my right side that radiated to my back and shoulders. I was also vomiting so I couldn’t eat. I could only tolerate sips of Gatorade. One of my friends stayed with me because I couldn’t go around the house. On his second night I remembered him going to my room at about midnight and we would talk for an hour or so. This happened again and in the morning I asked him why he came to my room at night. I thought he was “namamahay” or something. But he said he never went to my room; that he was fast asleep in the guest room the whole time. It creeped him out but he didn’t leave (thank God!). BTW, I do love “Penny Dreadful” too! :-)