Monday, 25 March 2013

Shalee lhaih 2013: Shiaghtin 12

Jerrey nah hiaghtin yeig ny Shallee Lhaih. Shoh ny lhiah mee yn çhiaghtin shoh chaie:

Toradora! y.l. 1 (Takemiya Yuyuko, Zekkyo)

She skeeal beggan neuyerkallit t'ayn. T'eh gra dy vel eh mychione gilley doaieagh as cummey kimmee er, as cagh credjal dy nee drogh-eean t'ayn, ta tayrn er hene corree inneen veg elgyssagh as cummey millish urree. Er lhiam dy beagh shen anaasoil, jeeaghyn cre'n aght ta'n gilley boght dellal rish drogh-ourys ny paitçhyn elley. Agh feer tappee, ta cagh feddyn magh nagh vel eh olk, as ta'n skeeal loayrt er yn aght t'eh jannoo lieh-charrey jeh'n inneen as t'ad cooney y cheilley rish cooishyn graih. T'eh mie dy liooar, as aitt, agh ta mee beggan mollit nagh vel cummey olk y yilley ny chooish smoo 'sy skeeal ny yei shen.

The Valley of Fear (marish The Hound of the Baskervilles) (Arthur Conan Doyle)

Cha by vie lhiam y skeeal shoh, trooid as trooid. Er lhiam nagh vel noaskeealyn Chonan Doyle feer vie; t'ad laccal bree sheiltynagh ny skeealyn beggey, as t'ad feer chasley rish y cheilley. Ta'n skeeal shoh gollrish Study in Scarlet as skeeal ny ghaa elley: dooinney ta goll er lorgey ec possan dy gheiney olkey kyndagh rish taghyrtyn foddey erash, as y chooid smoo jeh'n skeeal inshit myr shennaghys persoonagh ass cummaght Holmes as Watson. Ta fer ny ghaa jeh'n lhied mie dy liooar, agh ta mee jeant lhieu nish. Chammah's shen, ta'n shennaghys hene groamey ass towse: lane ghlioon fo chummaght heshaght ghunveragh, as Conan Doyle dty woalley er y chione reesht as reeshtagh lesh drogh-yannoo er drogh-yannoo jeant oc, as douyrid y chooish. Fy-yerrey t'ou feddyn magh dy vel ard-ghooinney'n skeeal ny chronneyder, cha nel ny chimmagh (mannagh row uss jerkal shen) as t'eh dyn nglackey. As eisht t'eh goll er marroo 'sy loayrtys jerrinagh ec Moriarty, as ta'n clane chooish scuirr gyn jerrey fondagh agh Holmes guee cooilleen er. Lhaih mee eh dys y jerrey, agh... v'eh groamey agglagh, as cha row eh noa, as cha row monney ard-inçhynys ry-akin ayn, ny monney Holmes noadyr. Er lhiam nagh row eh feeu.

Lhiah mee Hound keayrt ny ghaa hannah as cha nel mee son screeu er. T'eh foddey ny share.

The end of week twelve of the Reading Project. Here's what I've read this week:

Toradora! v. 1 (Takemiya Yuyuko, Zekkyo)

A slightly surprising story. It sets itself out as the story of a harmless lad with a misleadingly thuggish appearance, who falls foul of "the ultimate mean girl" who looks sweet and innocent. I was quite interested in the experiences of our lad Takasu and how he deals with universal suspicion. However, very quickly everyone seems to realise he's harmless, and the story winds up being about his not-quite-friendship with the girl, and their joint efforts at romance. It's decent enough, and fun, but I was a bit disappointed it wasn't quite what I expected. I also found his relationship with Aisaka a bit worrying, as he's more a bully's gopher than an actual friend.

The Valley of Fear (with The Hound of the Baskervilles) (Arthur Conan Doyle)

I was not at all a fan of this story. I don't reckon much to Conan Doyle's novels, to be honest; they seem unimaginative for their length, and they're quite similar. This one's much like Study in Scarlet and, I've just been told, another couple of stories: a man's being hunted by a sinister organisation because of past history, and most of the story is told as a personal history with no trace of Holmes and Watson, or any equivalently interesting detection. One or two like this are okay, but I'm done with them now. Also, the history itself is extremely depressing, with a whole valley under the thumb of a murderous gang, and Conan Doyle beating you over the head with the foul murder they plot and the misery of the whole situation. Finally, you find out that the presumed protagonist isn't, as he initially seemed, a murderous thug, but (if you hadn't guessed) a detective here to break up the gang, which explains why the last few are hunting him years later after they get out of prison. Then he gets killed in the epilogue, offstage, by Moriarty, with no attempt at mystery or explanation, to make some point or other about the Holmes-Moriarty setup for later use. I mean, I finished it, but I pretty much wish I hadn't. There's not much of the usual investigative cleverness in there, it's not that original, it's incredibly depressing (not ideal for the likes of me) and I just don't think it's remotely worth it.

I've already read Hound years ago, at least a couple of times. It's far better in every way.

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