Mulled Wine

Will tomorrow’s Mueller testimony pop any corks? Cause a public thirst for impeachment? Or finally dilute the taste for more Congressional hearings? Who knows. But. The Nadler-Schiff label will be served on every TV network. Take a sip every time someone says obstruction.

Speaking of bland blends. Season 2 of Big Little Lies. Except for Kidman v. Streep in the finale. Tours-de-force performance. High end.

Bon Weekend

No more complaining. If scaffolding, census forms & hot weather is all there is to worry about, then it’s fine. Right? Look forward to next week when it’s Mueller Time (okay the week after now, maybe) and the British Open. So. Take a picnic and a new book to Central Park and shut up.

Bon Weekend!

Slithery Things

The Snakes, by Sadie Jones. A new novel which isn’t really about reptilia. Even if they are supposedly residing in the attic of a ramshackle hotel in the South of France. It’s more about the slippery slum-lord patriarch of an uber-rich British family and his slithery wife. Yes. Sounds familiar and cliché. But. Hey. It’s a summer read.

Big slimy monsters are no match for the horrifying writing and acting in this season’s Stranger Things. Unless you are trapped under a rock with a tv, don’t waste a minute on the vapid venomoid series.

Speaking of creepy crawlers. Today’s arrest of the Lolita Express’ Jeffrey Epstein. Extreme sequel to Anthony’s Weiner.

Quasi Inferno

Victor Hugo gasps as the flaming spire falls through the roof. Quasimodo emerges from the embers. He is stunned. Can it be true? The bell towers are intact. He climbs to ring a carillon call of relief.

Notre Dame. Our Lady of Paris survives. She lives to see her baby on the altar on Good Friday. Okay. He’s nailed to a cross. But. Hey. He’ll rise on Easter Sunday. As will The Cathedral. Yay.

 

  • Photo. Cathedral of St. John the Divine. NYC.
    Christmas Eve 2018. Ben Levine.
    Bizarre coincidence. St. John had a fire this week. On Palm Sunday.

Monday Medley

Sports. World Series. First time Boston and (former) Brooklyn Dodgers meet since 1916, when they were called the Robins and Babe Ruth pitched for the BoSox.

Books. Read 2. Both had cats but liked them anyway. French Exit by Patrick deWitt. Amusant. Author of The Sisters Brothers. Red River by Amy Lloyd. Capote-worthy psycho character.

Television. Well Amazon. 2 more Romanoffs. Very different. Loved each. Modern marriage gone bad. Sweet revenge. And. Christina Hendricks with Isabelle Huppert. Diabolique.

Politics. Liberal cable viewers. On a good day 2 million. Trump Twitter followers 53 million. Oops.

Man & Milkman

The Man Booker Prize winner this year is Anna Burns from Northern Ireland for Milkman. It is her third novel. The prize was for authors in the Commonwealth countries of the United Kingdom until recent years when it included Americans. There was also a separate Orange Prize which has been since sponsored by others for only women authors. However, in the past two decades, women have been well represented and even dominated the Booker short list in 2018.

Hilary Mantel won the Man Booker twice. Other women winners include Margaret Atwood. A.S. Byatt. My favorite Luminaries Eleanor Catton. Anne Enright. And this year Anna Burns.

So why a separate prize for women? Good writing is. Good writing.