Finch may not be VanderMeer's most innovative book but, it's a compelling nightmarish ride, evoking both a
queasily vivid mushroom metropolis and the subtler moral horrors of life under occupation.
TV Offal's very title, and its overarching conceit of the television archive as akin to a bloated body, its shameful past rising
queasily to the surface, provides an obvious precedent for TV Burp, which literalises this idea of regurgitation through an animated opening sequence of Harry Hill consuming television sets.
At Portsmouth you get the administrator smiling
queasily out from a prominent page, wittering on about "strict cost rationalisation" and "monthly cash burn".
To confront the "damaged ground of life" is to feel one's own self "
queasily ungrounded," laboring under what Farrell calls "the spell of trauma" (99, 71, 271).
The caricature shows us the artist as a rag-picker, but a reluctant rag-picker, turning
queasily away from the filth in which he hopes to find his material.
En-route I
queasily asked our skipper, Frederick, if he ever suffered from sea sickness.
Travel really does broaden one's horizons, and this trip to Berlin, though at times making me feel
queasily ignorant, was a tremendous opportunity to do so.
Rosenberg looked pale, drained--as
queasily forceful as a mob boss vouching for an unknown family's bona fides.
From Lester del Rey's "Helen O'Loy" to The Stepford Wives, artificial women have almost unaccountably been trying to get at our boys' seed or acting as
queasily sexual objects.
For all its faults, Siegel's book sustains a modicum of suspense through its serpentine turns and surprises, and descriptions of violence are
queasily unsettling.
(28) The trial, which involved detailed testimony by various individuals claiming to have witnessed Jackson showering or fondling young boys, as well as testimony from children having claimed to have been molested by the singer, has been described as "a spectacle and a media circus, attracting a
queasily obsessive degree of public attention." (29) It would not thus be an understatement to claim that we, as a society, have a more than keen interest in the twin subjects of sex and children.
Eerily quiet and
queasily quaint, Market Square in Dickens Heath was the perfect model of how a perfect model town should look.
In the late 1980s, when the
queasily mortal idea of organ donation was infiltrating the social mainstream, suddenly one heard an authorless story of a man waking up in a Times Square hotel room after a night of partying to find a stitched wound on his lower back and his kidney missing.
