While we were waking up to another soggy weekend morning, hearing the news that U.S. Special Forces bagged Al-Baghdadi, Tiger was teeing up his fourth round at the ZOZO Tournament in Japan. Which he won. Tying Sam Snead’s record.
Later. Niners crushed the Panthers 51 – 13. Can that be right? And. Belichick racked up his 300th Patriots win. As fans booed the Prez, Houston creamed the Nationals 7-1, now leading World Series 3-2.
Managed to get in a good mystery as well. Drowning With Others
by an amalgamated woman-man author team called Linda Keir.
How to get away from impeachment overload? Dive into a meandering tale along the Thames. Once Upon A River by Diane Setterfield.
Where does Dr. Husband go to escape the book club discussion on a rainy day?
Museum of Natural History.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Best of the Year
Golden Hill, Francis Spufford
Home Fire, Kamila Shamsie
Autumn, Ali Smith
Shipping Out, David Foster Wallace
Read the rest of her 2018 List at BOOK-TREKS.COM
Man Booker Long List announced. Dystopia and Disruption themes. Signs of the times to be sure. But. I want to escape all that. Won’t be reading The Mars Room by Rachel Kushner. Clausty on steroids. Not sure about the others on the list. Seems a dark collection.
It’s clearly a good year for Canada’s Michael Ondaatje. His 1992 The English Patient won the Man Booker Golden Prize for the best novel in the past five decades. Just read his latest, Warlight which made this year’s list. A post-World War II story, which was good, but didn’t love it as much as one of my all time faves, The Cat’s Table.
Catapulting into summer from a cool wet spring. Ninety degrees today. It’s on. Curtis Strange gave great commentary of the U.S. Open at Shinnecock where the windy course vaulted many stars out of the weekend and made Phippy whippy. In the end, Koepka survived with a back-to-back trophy hoist. Strange enough. The last one to do that was Curtis.
The Affair is back. And. Another show features the Colletti Winery. If you find it, you’ll know. Jump to book-treks. Social Creature by Tara Isabella Burton. Ghosting. Literally. A psychopath with social media savvy can get away with murder. Fooling narcissistic Manhattan millennials with Facebook tagging, photoshopping. Yup. Hiding homicide never easier.