The Golden Globes. Hats off to the few women who represented true individualism by not conforming to walking the red carpet in black. What’s the point when you pose and strut and remain objectified as a pretty thing anyway? Nicole should have thanked her co-star. Male directors need not have been dissed. Misandry is not the answer to bad behavior by a few jerks. Happy about James Franco. Of course. And Seth Meyers was solid.
The Essex Serpent, a novel by Sarah Perry. An amorphous Ness. Meant to be a Victorian Gothic homage, it didn’t quite manage either. Science, medicine, modernity dispelled the gossamer blue fog along a rural estuary where the mythic serpent was reportedly glimpsed. The so-called monster never conjured a terror commensurate with the village’s reaction. Perry draws her characters well. They just didn’t seem to belong in the same story together. A good read, but don’t agree with all the literary accolades.
Dr. Husband’s great photos every year
New York City Marathon Eve –
Big Little Lies
Curb Your Enthusiasm
McCarthy as Spicey
García wins Masters
Young Yankees Team
Tiger tries another return
October on the Forks
Russo’s Fools novels
Liev Schreiber- Les Liaisons Dangereuses ***
Cate Blanchett- The Present ****
Amy Schumer- Meteor Shower ****
Uma Thurman- The Parisian Woman, liaisons undangerous **
Looking forward to Mark Rylance in Farinelli & the King next week!
My top favorites this year. Richard Russo’s Nobody’s Fool. Then Everybody’s Fool. Sully & Rub. Rich writing and characters.
These were also great reads in 2017:
A Gentleman in Moscow, Amor Towles
The Last Painting of Sara de Vos, Dominic Smith
The Woman on the Stairs, Bernhard Schlink
The Honeymoon, Dinitia Smith
The Girl Before, JP Delaney
The Long Drop, Denise Mina
The Night Ocean, Paul La Farge
Little Deaths, Emma Flint
The Swans of Fifth Avenue, Melanie Benjamin
News of the World, Paulette Jiles
Reviews on Book Treks page.
Enough with the pervasive perv epidemic. Is there any powerful mogul who hasn’t transgressed? Decades of debauchery. Besides the gross acts themselves, it’s the sin of recurring complicity. Power. Money. Seems no end.
So. Finish a great book. Nobody’s Fool. Richard Russo is a writing master. He has the gift of transporting the reader into the everyday life of anybody’s arcane town. He creates characters with such depth that they become intimate friends. Their particular speaking styles, idiosyncratic habits, poignantly unlikely relationships. Hard to let them go. Look forward to reading the recently acclaimed sequel Everybody’s Fool.
Or. Go take a walk. What are these things? Green brains? Tennis balls? Apparently the fruit of Osage Orange Trees. In Central Park.
Golf Ball. President’s Cup. A yawn of vanilla look-alike Americans vs. unknown international team. Ex-Prez’s Billy, George, Barack together. Hey. It’s right across the river at Liberty National. NFL has taken a knee financially as controversy sorts itself while the real crime of physical injuries sidelined. These days it’d be good to be confined inside a nutshell.
As Hamlet lamented to Rosnecrantz and Gildenstern: “O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”
Ian McEwan took this as his conceit for Nutshell, a novel. Our latest book group pick. Some of us liked it more than others. A fetus’ view from the womb. Premise a bit ludicrous. Some ludic moments. A long short story that seemed meant more to expound on the global issues of his time, McEwan’s pedantic take on Mother earth being poisoned, North Korea, Iran, race, religion. Unborn nugget sees what’s wrong in his own upcoming life and the world at large.
Earthquakes. Mexico. Check. Superstorms. Puerto Rico. Caribe. Florida. Check. World War 3. Iran. North Korea. Check. According to a Christian numerologist, this coming Saturday, September 23 the world will end. Biblical signs sure are lined up. Exoplanets newly discovered may go rogue. Nostradamus nothwithstanding. Won’t plan on going to book club next week.
Hillary Clinton’s new book. What Happened? An in-depth catharsis about why she stunningly lost the election to that “reality star clown” Donald Trump. It clearly wasn’t her fault.
On her blame list: James Comey. Vlad Putin. Julian Assange. Bernie Sanders. Joe Biden. Matt Lauer. Mark Zuckerberg. Baskets of deplorable men. Well. All white men. Plus Barack Obama. So. What happened? Men happened. Of course.