The Human Chair and other curiosities
As a creature who self-identifies as a hermit crab, the past weekend has been jarringly full of events . I mean that in a positive way though —this unspeakably ugly person needed to leave the interior of a leather armchair and experience the outside world, to celebrate my 33 years of existence. In other, less purple prose: I've been listening to a reading of "The Human Chair" (人間椅子) by Edogawa Rampo , one of my favorite authors, on vinyl. I dug it up at Vinyl Daze in Virginia Beach. I initially returned to the soundtrack section to dig up a reading of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Pit and the Pendulum", which I forever regretted not buying, but found this instead. The jacket art is gorgeous. The origin of my "DJ Name" is another story, but it partially relates to Edogawa Ranpo*. The author's pen name is partially a Japanese homophone for "Edgar Allan Poe", but also means "to ramble along the banks of the Edo river" in Japanese.