Is These Precious Days Worth Reading?

Huge fan of the book here, and I get why everyone keeps asking about a movie: 'Barbarian Days' reads like a film already, full of surf sequences, coming-of-age beats, and a voice that can carry across a screen. There hasn't been a widely publicized, finished theatrical adaptation announced that I'm aware of, but that doesn't mean the pages are cold — books like this usually live through stages: optioning, script drafts, attachments, and then either greenlighting or disappearing into development limbo. If a movie does land, timing is unpredictable. My gut says an indie studio or a streamer would pick it up first, because the story needs a director who respects nuance and can stage authentic surf scenes without turning it into a glossy action flick. Realistically, if a solid team assembles and financing flows, you might see something within two to four years from a serious option; if it stalls, it could take much longer. Personally, I hope they keep the book's reflective tone and use voiceover sparingly — that quiet, internal rhythm is what made me love it, and I'd be thrilled to see that translated well.

Reading 'Barbarian Days' felt like being handed someone else's map of obsession and then realizing it traces my own secret roads. The book isn't just about chasing waves; it's a study in devotion — how a single passion reshapes priorities, relationships, and the way you measure risk. Finnegan's relentless pursuit shows the beauty and the brutality of commitment: weathering seasons of failure, learning humility in the face of nature, and finding mentors and rivals who sharpen you. There are smaller lessons braided through the surfing tales, too: patience as a craft, curiosity as fuel, and travel as education. He also confronts the costs — missed family moments, the physical toll, the long nights of doubt — which made me think about balance in my own life. I closed the last page wanting to be bolder but kinder to myself, and oddly grateful for the messy apprenticeship of growing into someone who keeps trying despite the odds.

I've dug into the history of this film enough to know it's one of those titles that has lived in different guises depending on where and when you tried to see it. 'Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom' was so controversial that some countries initially banned it outright, while others allowed heavily cut prints to be shown. Those early censored versions sometimes removed or obscured sequences of sexual violence and humiliation, or used black frames and muted audio to render certain images less explicit. Over the decades, however, film scholars and archival restorations have pushed for access to the film as Pasolini made it, so there are now respected uncut restorations available in many places. If you're hunting for a particular viewing, check the edition notes and run time before buying or streaming: reputable distributors and festival screenings usually state if the print is restored and uncut. Conversely, some TV broadcasts, local classifications, or older physical releases still carry edits to meet local laws or age ratings. Personally, I treat any viewing of this film with a lot of forethought — it's artistically important but meant to unsettle, and I prefer to know whether I'm seeing the full piece or a trimmed version before I sit down.

That stretch of nine days in the movie's ending landed like a soft drumbeat — steady, ritualistic, and somehow inevitable. I felt it operate on two levels: cultural ritual and psychological threshold. On the ritual side, nine days evokes the novena, those Catholic cycles of prayer and petition where time is deliberately stretched to transform grief into acceptance or desire into hope. That slow repetition makes each day feel sacred, like small rites building toward a final reckoning. Psychologically, nine is the last single-digit number, which many storytellers use to signal completion or the final stage before transformation. So the characters aren’t just counting days; they’re moving through a compressed arc of mourning, decision, and rebirth. The pacing in those scenes—quiet mornings, identical breakfasts, small changes accumulating—made me sense the characters shedding skins. In the final frame I saw the nine days as an intentional liminal corridor: a confined period where fate and free will tango. It left me with that bittersweet feeling that comes from watching someone finish a long, private ritual and step out changed, which I liked a lot.

Stepping into those first 90 days can feel like booting up a brand-new game on hard mode — there’s excitement, uncertainty, and a dozen systems to learn. I treat it like a mission: first, scope the map. Spend the early weeks listening more than speaking. I make a deliberate effort to talk with a cross-section of people — direct reports, peers, stakeholders — to map out who has influence, who’s carrying hidden knowledge, and where the landmines are. That listening phase isn’t passive; I take notes, sketch org charts, and start forming hypotheses that I’ll test. Next, I hunt for achievable wins that align with bigger goals. That might be fixing a broken process, clarifying a confusing priority, or helping a teammate unblock a project. Those small victories build credibility and momentum faster than grand plans on day one. I also focus on cadence: weekly check-ins, a public roadmap, and rituals that signal stability. That consistency helps people feel safe enough to take risks. Finally, I read 'The First 90 Days' and then intentionally ignore the parts that don’t fit my context. Frameworks are useful, but culture is the real game mechanic. I try to be honest about my blind spots, ask for feedback, and adjust. By the end of the third month I aim to have a few validated wins, a clearer strategy, and stronger relationships — and usually a renewed buzz about what we can build together.

Good news for conspiracy theorists, bad news for manga collectors: there isn't an official manga spin-off of 'Alpha's Hidden Precious Luna' that I'm aware of being published as a full serialized manga. The work has a tight core fanbase who adore the characters and worldbuilding, so you'll find lots of fan comics, illustrated chapter snippets, and even a few official illustration packs tied to special editions of the novel, but nothing that's been launched as a formal, monthly or weekly manga series from a recognized publisher. That said, the story does show all the hallmarks that could make it adapted later — strong character dynamics, visual hooks, and scenes that would read beautifully in comic panels. In other words, it's the kind of property that publishers often test with short promotional comics, one-shot manga chapters, or side-story releases before committing to a long-running adaptation. For now I follow the author's social accounts and the small publisher newsletters, because any legit manga spin-off would likely be announced there first. I keep hoping we'll get a graphic adaptation eventually; the story's emotional moments would be gorgeous in manga form, and I’d preorder in a heartbeat.

Growing up around stacks of scandalous novels and dusty philosophy tomes, I always thought '120 Days of Sade' was less a simple story and more a concentrated acid test of ideas. On one level it’s a product of the libertine tradition—an extreme push against moral and religious constraints that were choking Europe. Marquis de Sade was steeped in Enlightenment debates; he took the era’s fascination with liberty and reason and twisted them into a perverse experiment about what absolute freedom might look like when detached from empathy or law. Beyond the philosophical provocation, the work is shaped by personal and historical context. De Sade’s life—prison stints, scandals, and witnessing aristocratic decay—feeds into the novel’s obsession with power hierarchies and moral hypocrisy. The elaborate cataloging of torments reads like a satire of bureaucratic order: cruelty is presented with the coolness of an administrator logging entries, which makes the social critique sting harder. Reading it left me unsettled but curious; it’s the kind of book that forces you to confront why we have restraints and what happens when they’re removed, and I still find that terrifyingly fascinating.

If you're hoping for a compact roadmap through who’s named 'The 120 Days of Sodom' as an influence, I can give you a little guided tour from my bookshelf and brain. Georges Bataille is a must-mention: he didn't treat Sade as mere shock value but as a crucible for thinking about transgression and the limits of experience. Roland Barthes also dug into Sade—his essay 'Sade, Fourier, Loyola' probes what Sade's work does to language and meaning. Michel Foucault repeatedly used Sade as a touchstone when mapping the relationship of sexuality, power, and discourse; his discussions helped rehabilitate Sade in modern intellectual history. Gilles Deleuze contrasted Sade and masochism in his writings on desire and structure, using Sade to think through cruelty and sovereignty. On the creative side, Jean Genet admired the novel's radicalness and Pasolini famously turned its logic into the film 'Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom'. Henry Miller and William S. Burroughs are two twentieth-century writers who wore Sade's influence on their sleeves, drawing on his transgressive frankness for their own boundary-pushing prose. Each of these figures treated Sade differently—some as philosopher, some as antiseptic mirror, some as provocation—and that variety is what keeps the dialogue with 'The 120 Days of Sodom' so alive for me.