Making the Complete Shift to Wordpress

Click the above picture of migratory birds to be directed to new WordPress blog

   


   Wordpress page (http://bibliophilesreverie.com) will indeed be interminably slow, and that is because not all my readers are checking every update on this page as frequently as I would. For every subsequent post on here, I will be sure to include a very noticeable link to the same post on my new page. This process will continue for about six months, and after that six months transitory period, I will finally be deleting this blog on Blogger permanently. The WordPress page will hopefully proper without the awful intrusion of any spam-related activity.
  Yesterday, I frantically posted a rather angry tirade, venting my rather negative feelings about Blogger as a whole. I'll still be updating both pages. It will be plenty tiresome to have to keep up with both for now. But, the migration of my readers over to my new blog is naturally going to be a very slow process, and I don't want to needlessly confuse people by ceasing all posts on this page without explicit warnings.

      In the post from yesterday, I made my grievances about Blogger quite clear. I hope that the domain name change does not confuse any publishers, readers, and self-published writers that have been visiting here and sending inquiries over the years. This change will hopefully keep me more alert to some of your very well-written inquiries that I have sometimes neglected, due to college obligations that will no longer exist due to having only one more class left to take for the summer (before I finally graduate).
    Thanks again for your patience and understanding during this move,
     Fantastyfreak aka. Justin/ (Writer and Owner of A Bibliophile's Reverie)

Escape from Blogger Hell:Blog Moving to Wordpress or Elsewhere

    Update: The blog has officially moved to Wordpress! While doing so, I decided to grant my blog its own privileged hyperlink that is completely void of the names Wordpress or Blogger. Wordpress has been fairly easy to acclimate myself to; the interface of the site itself is far more user-friendly/blogger-friendly from this dusty site called Blogger. I really believe that Blogger needs some much-needed changes.
New Link to Wordpress Blog: http://bibliphilesreverie.com/

       Thanks for reading this blog for as long as you have! Please be patient during the transitional period that will take place, as I finalize all layout changes on Wordpress. Once all is set and done(even though it never is), everyone will be happy that the Blogger page is forever gone. For now, it will remain up for another year, so that all future visitors to this blog will be reminded of the location of the new page. 


    For all my blog readers and publisher contacts, my blog will be immediately moved to Wordpress with a few minimal changes to the blog. If you are confused by this seemingly impulsive action, I have taken it upon myself to move my blog due to the influx of spammers that have seized my blog's link and have maliciously utilized the link for their own advertising gains. Essentially, porn sites that probably fund the barbaric practice of sex-trafficking are engaging in the most perfidious of activities; they are using my link and blog's reputation to use my link as a way for their porn-site to appear through Google searches for any blog posts from this blog.  Every-time a user tries searching for "A Bibliophile's Reverie," they will inadvertently be getting results for this nasty porn empire of a site that has taken other blogger's links without any consent, and used our links to have more visibility for their garbage heap of a site.

    I'm deeply disgusted and very frustrated right now with blogger's lack of support for smaller blogs, who have had this horrible, invasive insurrection being launched against their blog. I use the word "insurrection" to garner your serious attention to just how awful this practice is. Sometimes, I think the squalor of the internet, aka. the spammers, are clearly launching a full-scale war against bloggers for the purveyance of porn-related spam. I don't want my blog's name associated with these trashy sites, and I am deeply disappointed with the lack of security tools that Blogger offers to their users that nearly all computer users have in the form of Norton Security on their computers. You'd think  by now that Blogger might grow up for once, and adapt themselves to the new state of the internet that includes spammers, viruses, and spywares. This kind of malicious activity on the internet is not necessarily new, but Blogger's unwillingness to deal with it accordingly has sunk many good bloggers into a state of obsolescence. Nearly all the clicks on my blog for the past year have been that of Spammers.

    It is with great anger that I leave this horrid blogging site. I will leave my blog up on Blogger for three more weeks, giving enough time for people to find my new link possibly on either Wordpress or elsewhere. The bottom line is that there is absolutely no way it will stay on this cesspool of a blog site. Blogger needs to wake up, and offer more security options to subvert the seedier elements of the internet. As a user of Blogger for six or seven years, I declare Blogger as one of the worst sites to use for running a blog!

    That is why I haven't posted for a week; I've been toying with the idea of abandoning Blogger for weeks. But, I don't feel that leaving Blogger behind without audaciously voicing my negative sentiments about this awful site will do much good. I plan on writing an email directly to blogger, and voicing the opinions held by other small blogs that I have seen become overrun with spammers. I feel like my small, quaint bookstore  of a blog has become invaded by feral zombies, and my overseers gave me no tools to fend off these grisly beasts.

   Well, Blogger thinks that they don't need to provide any security tools for your blogs: "Here is a small comment area option that will allow you to control comments. Of course, you'll have tons of spammers linking through your blog and be done underground work to slowly tear your blog to pieces. There's nothing we can do; we're controlled by Google. This is your problem." I'll see if Wordpress is really any better. At this point, I think these blog sites are all deluded into thinking that spammers are mostly harmless nonentities.
 

What Makes You Die review

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Book Synopsis:(Synopsis, Courtesy of Apex Publications)

"To see more is to find oblivion... Screenwriter Tommy Pic fell hard from Hollywood success and landed in a psychiatric ward, blacked out from booze and unmedicated manic depression. This is not the first time he's come to in restraints, surrounded by friends and family who aren't there.
This time, though, he also awakes to a message from his agent. The first act of his latest screenplay is their ticket back to the red carpets. If only Tommy could remember writing it. Trying to recapture the hallucinations that crafted his masterpiece, he chases his kidnapped childhood love, a witch from the magic shop downstairs, and the Komodo dragon he tried to cut out of his gut one Christmas Eve. The path to professional redemption may be more dangerous than the fall.
...This is what makes you die."

Review:

    Echoing the sentiments of another reviewer, from the TOR fantasy blog, Tom Picirilli's fragmented, unorthodox novel What Makes You Die really threw me for a loop. I was not expecting such depth, and such a myriad number of great passages that exemplified Tom's talent as a writer throughout this rather terse, but highly enjoyable work (the book is approximately 150 pages). If you read the blurb above for the book, you are probably a bit perplexed and even mildly disturbed. On a cautious note, some of the readers of my blog will probably not like this book; they may find some of the more graphic or explicit passages that are very adult in nature to be vulgar and puerile. Personally, I think they did nothing but excellently augment the realistic, yet darkly humorous drama that is maintained throughout the book.

    For those like myself who are willing to bravely read something that is part-psychological thriller and part-eccentric memoir , you will find plenty of things to love about this book. First of all, the plot revolves around a failed Hollywood script writer, whose talent ranges mostly around writing scripts for low-budget films. Basically, the book methodically acts as Tommy's weird psychoanalytic session, pertaining to some of the stranger occurrences of his life. The first-person perspective of this manic depressive scriptwriter, Tommy, is appropriately fragmented, yet there is a rich coherence to each of the memories that Tommy recollects upon during much of the novel. In a weird existential twist of events, we are thrust into the questioning stance ourselves about whether or not we have any ounce of sympathy for Tommy's turbulent life; can we entirely fault him for the ruination of his life?

     Throughout much of the novel, Tom Picirilli leads the reader through his many sordid affairs towards some of the more lachrymose moments of his life. As though written as a stream of conscience, the reader is forced to question the morality of the character's actions and decide whether or not Tommy ever feels complete remorse for his actions. Does his metal illness make asking any question about ethical behavior and responsibility for his immoral actions? Can we lay the blame on the lascivious lifestyle that is inherent to the seedy underworld of Hollywood that takes place far away from the limelight of Hollywood glamour or the  fleeting flashes of cameras from the voyeuristic members of the paparazzi?

     From the chaotic ruminations of one character's mind, the reader is thrown into a cerebral whirlwind of deep psychological questions that Tom, as with any truly skilled artist, is unafraid to penetrate without fear of upsetting more prudish readers.Does this character's perspective cleverly seek to hoodwink us  Iago-style into believing that is inculpable for the supposed crimes that he committed? Could this whole account be merely mendacious? Does our preconceived notions or stigmatized preconceptions of those with bipolar prevent from truly grasping the nuances of Tommy's character? The fact that this book stirs up so many questions about the reliability of Tommy's narration shows Tom P.'s skills as a writer.

    Using just the precise measure of levity, and tense, dramatic moments, Tom succeeds with writing a fascinating study of the human psyche. Being an established author and having won the Bram Stoker prize for horror fiction, it is no surprise then that this book is written very well,even if some of the more graphic sequences left  my mind feeling besmirched at times with tolerable unease.. That is not necessarily a bad thing, but some of the scenes were just a bit of an uncomfortable read, not enough to detract from the quality and enjoyment of the book. On that note, this level of realism kept the sex scenes in this book from being lurid or artificial.  This is a earnest work of fiction;therefore, the author has no time to prettify the true complexity of sexual or romantic relationships, as they are in real life. (Good art emulates one's life)

    Again, this book comes highly recommended from me, and I implore anyone with an open mind to read something that is a bit unconventional and disturbingly revealing. Also, it has intervals of true, knee-splitting humor in the midst of gripping psychological intrigue and hardship. By the end of it, I really quite loved it, and will be looking for more Tom Picirilli books to read. If you're a Chuck Palaniuk fan in particular (like myself),  this book is definitely one that you should check out! It has just the right amount of "American Psycho" esque  intrigue with a dash of Chuck Palaniuk's signature dark, twisted humor to boot. Tom does it in his own way excellently, and leaves fans of stories with a darkly humorous tone  and slightly melodramatic flair with a need to read more.

Gothic Emporium Thursday:The Resurrectionist

Every Thursday on A Bibliophile's Reverie, Indulge in all things preternatural and Gothic.
Features Include Anything about the Latest in Gothic Literature

THE GOTHIC EMPORIUM THURSDAYS


"I am a Scavenger
A Resurrectionist
Yes, I enjoy my work
I'm a perfectionist
Supply and demand...
Supply and demand..."
-Emilie Autumn-Scavenger-           
Song of the Week, From Gothic Industrial Artist: Emilie Autumn 
      Given the fact that this week's highlighted book features such a morbid theme centering around the perverse desire of one doctor's plan for resurrecting bodies for the sake of scientific discovery, Emilie Autumn's Scavenger from her musical-themed album "Fight Like a Girl" thematically fits with Quirk Book's exciting new title "The Resurrectionist." Interestingly, this song was inspired in part by another Goth favorite from the eighties: Jim Henson's "Dark Crystal." While you are reading the below information about The Resurrectionist, be sure to listen to the song, as it will certainly set the right mood in your mind before you ever read the book later this month. (That is if you decide that you are intrepid enough to read about the abnormalities of this particular scientist's experiments This goes beyond the pale of Dr. Frankenstein's sole unnatural creation.)
                                
      Gothic Book for May (Review Forthcoming):
The Resurrectionist by E.B. Hudspeth; From Quirk Books



Synopsis (Courtesy of Product Details Page on Quirk Book's Website)

"Philadelphia. The late 1870s. A city of cobblestone sidewalks and horse-drawn carriages. Home to the famous anatomist and surgeon Dr. Spencer Black. The son of a “resurrectionist” (aka grave robber), Dr. Black studied at Philadelphia’s esteemed Academy of Medicine, where he develops an unconventional hypothesis: What if the world’s most celebrated mythological beasts—mermaids, minotaurs, and satyrs— were in fact the evolutionary ancestors of humankind?

The Resurrectionist offers two extraordinary books in one. The first is a fictional biography of Dr. Spencer Black, from his humble beginnings to the mysterious disappearance at the end of his life. The second book is Black’s magnum opus: The Codex Extinct Animalia, a Gray’s Anatomy for mythological beasts—dragons, centaurs, Pegasus, Cerberus—all rendered in meticulously detailed black-and-white anatomical illustrations. You need only look at these images to realize they are the work of a madman. The Resurrectionist tells his story."

Conversation With the Author: E.B. Husdpeth





Book Trailer 






Where the links and synopsis too horrifying and unsettling for your modest mind? Is the premise far too cadaverous to behold?

Gothic Emporium will most assuredly keep you abreast of anything that pertains to Quirk Book's The Resurrectionist before it's released into the world, come May 21, 2013.

Check out the links below for more information about this exciting new release!
Author's Website
Product Details Page (Includes links for Kindle,Nook, and Print Editions)
Facebook Page for The Resurrectionist

Anne Rice's Wolves of Midwinter Cover Reveal/Official Book Release News

Click the above picture for the official news, courtesy of Anne Rice's Facebook page

         News of the sequel to one of my favorite Anne Rice books,other than Interview with the Vampire, has been made officiated. For fans that are always keeping abreast of the latest news on her Facebook page, many of you are already aware of the news. For those of whom on here, who are solely followers of this blog, this will come as surprising news for all of you. If you haven't read the first novel, The Wolf Gift, it comes highly recommended from me. I recently included it as part of a psychoanalytic paper on the psychological progression of Anne Rice's hero/monster characters. Her books are imbued with so much psychological depth and intrigue.
      They are truly at the pinnacle of what supernatural fiction can succeed with in terms of relevant discussion about existentialism, philosophy, metaphysics, and the evolution of art. The Wolf Gift  is certainly no exception in the way it psychoanalyze the psyche of the vigilante hero, and how Reuben Golding really represents the first prime example of the stabilizing "ego" figure of so many of Anne Rice's multitude of different characters that represent distinctive parts of Freud's model of the unconscious mind. These books are thankfully ambiguous enough in these details to allow for any analysis; they are truly that well-written, in my modest opinion. Recently, I wrote one of the most enjoyable academic papers of my life, and it was all due to the intellectual discourse that underpins the seemingly frivolous action of these books. I cannot wait to see what depths of either the human psyche and spirituality that Anne Rice plans to explore within The Wolves of Midwinter.  As with any of you, I just can't bear the long slog that this wait presents for many of us. Therefore, the below plans for my upcoming blog theme should assuage our impatience
News about Pertinent  Blog Theme for the Summer
"Werewolf Renaissance"

     I'm so excited about The Wolves of Midwinter  to the point, where I feel the need to establish a blog theme that will act as an ongoing countdown for the release of The Wolves of Midwinter. Starting today and ending sometime in October around the release of The Wolves of Midwinter, I will be offering relevant posts that will involve a re-read of The Wolf Gift, along with deeper explorations into what makes that novel such an intellectual feast for our minds. Discussions will include the role of nature within the novel, more discussion about the various references made to other books within the Gothic fiction cannon that are alluded to throughout the book, and how The Wolf Gift  reads analogously as a metaphorical portrayal of some of Teilhard De Chardin's many unconventional ideas about spirituality. Anne Rice does not just simply make artful references to it in her book. Many of the events within the novel, particularly Reuben Golding's development from a idealistic journalist to a complex, hybridized man-wolf, reflects Teilhard De Chardin's interesting reflections on the ongoing intellectual progression of humanity. In some ways, The Wolf Gift  goes more into the depths of Lestat's image of "The Savage Garden." More will be discussed in the coming months, of course, about this and various other issues for the novel.

 

Queen and Commander Blog Tour

Title: Queen and Commander
Author: Janine Southard

Summary: On a world where high school test scores determine your future career, six students rebel. A pair of star-crossed lovers plot to stay together, rather than be separated by the system's college plans. A former off-worlder instigates: there's a ship in orbit, he says. We could take it and run away. But to take the ship, the three conspirators need more friends. Enter Rhiannon, the girl who set herself up for the ultimate success on this planet. She made sure her test would give the desired result: Queen. But her best friend begs her to take control of this plan to run away. So she drafts a would-be doctor who believes in following his Queen with all his heart. She finds a genius who can't seem to make the system work for him. And then she gets them qualified for the ship in orbit. The ship to freedom. Now what will they do with it? And was freedom what they really wanted?  

Excerpt Winning a ship means surpassing the competition. The three competing Queens swiveled their heads, hare-quick, to home in on new prey. They’d ignored her until she’d made that noise. Now they had the scent of fresh insecurity and would peck away until they laid her meager confidence bare for the massacre. “What a sweet little girl,” gushed the one in red. “Where’s your mother?” Dead, actually. Well, if this Queen planned to come after her for her age, she’d show her appreciation in the way only a younger person could. She raised her eye­brows and furrowed them down the middle, then pulled her head back onto her neck as though repulsed or doing a proper sit-up. From the way the older woman cringed back, Rhiannon knew she’d succeeded in making the derisive Did you seriously just say that to me? face that she’d seen on her more critical peers. A teenager can out bitch-face you any time, Queenie. Don’t try that tactic with me. The eldest cocked her head, more curious than cruel. Perhaps she found it as difficult to gauge Rhian­non’s age as the other way around. As far as Rhiannon knew, this woman had been one of Dyfed’s first Queens, self-made and just as untrained as herself. “Why do you think you deserve Ceridwen’s Cauldron?”

About the Author

 Janine A. Southard writes speculative fiction and videogame dialogue from her home in Seattle, WA. She sings with a Celtic band and is working on the next book in the Hive Queen universe. She’s also been known to read aloud to her cat. The cat appreciates all of these things. Maybe

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Review:
    I'm still pretty exhausted, after just finishing my last semester a few days ago. Nonetheless, I will offer what paltry words that I can manage to type about this book. I really wish I had more energy to write about this novel. Perhaps, I'll write something expanded, when I get the time.
    With the hype not set to die anytime soon for Hunger Games, there is a mad scramble for desperate readers to find something equal to the engrossing quality of that stellar series. No, Queen and Commander does not come exactly close to that high standard, but there is still plenty to be entertained by. The novel really is something fun, and points of the story has some very amusing, eccentric developments. Having finally gotten off the tiring slog of running on the analytic-treadmill for English majors, this fun novel with great banter, well-constructed characters, and an inventive story-line was the perfect antidote for English major burn-out. It's really just one of those handy YA novels that is neither too frivolous or too complex, but it has the right dosage of action and adventure to give anyone with a crazy, frenetic schedule a book that reminds them books have therapeutic benefits.
    With that said, it was probably unfair to make that latter comparison to the Hunger Games.  Queen and Commander has a plot that is differentiated enough to make it completely different in tone and style from that story. I was only using that very well-known book as a way to recommend this book to anyone, who feels that they haven't found anything worthwhile or entertaining to read in the YA section after reading Hunger Games. So, grab a cup of coffee (wine/beer for those like myself, who are over 21), and start giving your brain the break it deserves. (Okay, I'm speaking mostly for myself here).

     

"Die Like A Girl":A Sardonic ,Inverse Version of "Fight Like a Girl"

                 


Inspired by both Emilie Autumn's "Fight Like a Girl," and her commentary on the brutish sexism of Pre-Raphealite paintings. As a form of pure hypocrisy  I happen to have the painting of the "Lady of Shalott," serving as my undignified computer wallpaper. Given the below criticism, should I hide my head in shame? 
Die Like a Girl 


Come one, Come all
                   To the greatest theatrical show-
                   Invented by the demented minds of a true Opheliac
                   Tinkered by misery
                   Powered by Sadism and self-destruction
                    Appropriating the themes of Woebegone Mistresses
                 
                    Plummeting to the depths
              Or should I say-their deaths?  
In appropriately vibrant-colored Pre-Raphealite  paintings
                    Filled with Verdant Leaves and variegated flowers
                     Suffused with the brimming life
         Of traditional pastoral poems
                   
 As each of these victorian girls pant
                    Their dying breaths
                 -ACCEPT NO IMITATIONS-
                 Die the royal, honorable way
                  Of a Wayward Victiorian Girl
           

   We have inimitable imitations of the Lady of Shalott
  Sinking herself in a boat with her artistic work
   Wrapped about her wan body-her majestic cloak
    Meticulously worked by her pallid, lifeless hands
      She envisioned knights, courtiers,
 Kings, queens, cherubic-faced children
      Graciously attending her funeral proceedings
     This was her moribund stunt-
DEATH OF ANONYMITY-
 The Demise of an unnamed female artist
       

   Unparalleled by other artistic equals
   It is the shrewd mind of the gentry folk that conceived her pathetic
   Death as beautiful and aesthetically-pleasing
    Her befallen fate graces the walls of pretentious English professors offices
     Within and Without the world of academia
     
To die like her is to truly hate your female persona
And prize the male appreciation of your anonymous work
Above all else
Mask your art with the persona of a dainty "George Elliot"
Or an unassuming Curtier Bell
Never boast your real artistic, audacious alias of
 Such strong, sturdy women like Mary Shelley
Who would read the "Lady of Shalott" in a playful, nondefeating tone-
One used by a fine woman by the name of Anne Shirley


Do you feel spurned by men?
Come watch and gaze upon Ophelia
In this scene, she  recites poetry
Using a  semidetached tone to woo Hamlet one last time
WEAKNESS-A faint woman on the brink of slipping
An empty vessel that falls into strong currents of water
If unable to appease the interests of other men

Victorian men sigh and swoon
Conjuring up erotic portraits of such a fine damsel
Tragically falling to her death
The First Suicidal Girl
Spurned, Misunderstood repeatedly by
The historical romanticism surrounding
A grisly, visceral scene of
Self-destruction
Yet it's so artful, so genuinely Shakespearean
Let us appraise a woman's misery with
Unconcerned eyes of artistic awe

I say- Never shall any of these damsels
View any tangible life beyond their
Tragic Objective of death
Look upon the Lady Macbeth, Ophelia, Juliet, and the Lady of Shalott
With pure,unadulterated shame
If all we see is poetry, we have never learned
About what it really means to "fight like a girl"
Which we have misconstrued to be
"Die Like a Girl"
The asylum's legendary spectacle
Of doom and gloom ad infinitum



   
                       
                                             

What will I forget?

 What will I forget? (The Inverse, Poetic Version  of Emilie Autumn’s “What Will Remember?)

               Having never woken up at 4pm again,,, I sleep into perpetuity
              My dreams write this poem
               Forgotten, detached Lullabies
Smeared like blood against the walls of my dying dreams
             I’m still thinking, I’m still dreaming
               Am I still alive?

          There’s the vanishing bleep of life-support
          Trying to support something dying is truly
        A complete waste of an endeavor
        It reverberates through my mind-
      The beautiful tinkling of a phantom noise
       Beep, Beep, Beep-
     My disappearing act is summed up in one
      Clangorous , monosyllabic
      BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

      I’m still here though
    Hearing the beep nevermore
    No everlasting beep
   To Furnish the silence of the dead
    What will I remember?
     What have I forgotten?
                        
  As the dream of my dying thoughts vanish
 There’s no more................
 Not even a prayer...........  No AMEN to finalize this ineloquent pause
Before the great God of the medical machine                         Issues one last prayerful BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP