A couple of years ago I released a little eBook of Creative Nonfiction essays called Fractured: essays on love, friendship, and the nightmares in between. I didn’t do any promotion, really. Just released it into the world and hoped for the best. I recently submitted it to IndieReader for review, and it was posted yesterday.
Can I just interject here that having other people – especially people you don’t know and who don’t know you – review your work is a bit nerve wracking? As a writer, I know you can’t please everyone, but it’s still a bit frightening. You spend time wondering if they’ll like it, if they’ll be fair and thoughtful in their assessment. I’m pleased to say that reviewer Catherine Langrehr was, and I’m excited to be able to share it with you.
If you’d like to check it out, you can do so here.
In other news, I finally got around to watching Superman reboot Man of Steel over the weekend. Let me say this straight up: I will always be partial to Christopher Reeve as Superman. That said, I thought Henry Cavill was an excellent choice. The movie itself was fun, though the plot did suffer a bit from the “let’s make a blow ’em up movie.” I liked how they included the backstory of how and why Krypton imploded. What I found interesting was the (glaringly obvious, in my opinion) genital imagery, especially in the first hour of the movie. When I mentioned this to my friends on Facebook, some of them were amused and did the proverbial head shake followed by “only you, K.J.” My question was, “How could you miss the penis-shaped ships and the vagina-like doors?”
I don’t know if it was purposefully done by the filmmakers, but it ties in quite well with the first-natural-birth-in-centuries of Kal-El, his rebirth as a human, and ultimately his transitioning into a human/Kryptonian hybrid.
Did any of you out there notice the imagery, too? Or is it, as my friends assert, just me? 🙂