Death is the high cost of living

Ok. Fine. So I started out making a simple reading log for myself. I struggled with not letting my thoughts contaminate the purity of the idea. And I lost. So there. Here are the random thoughts, the snippets, the semibiographical entries. Oh god. Not again.

Cutting to the chase: Have you ever wondered what the devil would look like should you meet him? A fallen, tarnished angel is always way more interesting than a pristine, even prissy, one. I came to think of the devil in the Sandman series. A character so tired of hell, its intrigues and workings, the banality of evil – that he resurfaces on earth – as a bar pianist. That one particular supporting role must be one of the most hidden gems of film and graphic novel history.

What he looks like? Well. I think Neil Gaiman said it best himself when asked about who might play Lucifer in the Sandman (now defunct) film:

“(…)You must draw David Bowie. Find David Bowie, or I’ll send you David Bowie. Because if it isn’t David Bowie, you’re going to have to redo it until it is David Bowie.’ So I said, ‘Okay, it’s David Bowie.’…”