It’s no slight on life, but what an exhausting enterprise existence is!
If a single day goes by without some occurrence of angst, anger, regret, fear or frustration, we count ourselves lucky. But let’s face it: this is a rarity. Life is full of strife. From time to time, horrible things just happen to happen, and on other occasions, we simply wake up on the wrong side of the bed.
That said, it doesn’t much matter what’s bothering or annoying us, what’s upsetting or distressing us: everything tends to look better after a good night’s sleep. Better, or at least very least different. Taking your recommended daily allowance of eight hours under the covers can help us see almost anything in a new light.
And why not extrapolate that out? If a short snooze can essentially obliterate the blues, why not assume that a longer period of unconsciousness might stand a chance of addressing much more serious and ingrained issues and conditions than those we face on a day-to-day basis?
People have, in the past. Yet there are very real reasons why this species of treatment isn’t commonplace in our age—complications that The Sleep Room by F. R. Tallis in part examines.
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As the movie adaptation of Max Brooks’s blockbuster novel approaches—it’s finally due out in U.S. theaters this Friday—I’m keeping an open mind. The movie might be great, or it might be just mediocre, and there’s a decent chance it’ll stink on ice. But the one thing I’m not expecting is for it to be very much like the book on which it’s based.
Have you always wanted to read a sequel to 
Georgette Heyer always claimed to dislike the mystery novels she had churned out on a regular basis prior to World War II. In part, this was thanks to ongoing struggles with that publisher—while also noting that her mystery publishers were doing a better job of promoting her works than her historical publishers were. In part, it may have been the ongoing tendency among literary critics to regard mysteries and other genre fiction as somehow lesser than mainstream literary fiction—a convenient way to place Georgette Heyer, who continued to long for literary acceptance, into that “lesser” category. In part it may also have been that at least some of her mystery novels were collaborated with her husband, who usually supplied murder methods and motives, which partly helps explain why some of these novels turn on obscure points of inheritance law—Rougier was a barrister.
“The Forsaken”
Gather ’round me, everybody, gather ’round me while I’m preachin’ the Wheel of Time Re-read!
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