Still Writing (But Mostly Reading)

Self, what is happening to you?  Why are you blogging so much, when you are supposed to be writing your putative novel?  Not only are you blogging and going through your stack of library books —  which seemed towering just yesterday:  late fees piling up, oh no! —  like a house on fire, but you even found time to watch the first third of “The White Ribbon” (Absolutely mysterious and mesmerizing —  those children’s faces are so creepy/haunting!  It feels like a ghost story!  When a man with his back to the camera begins hacking at the Baron’s cabbages with a scythe, swinging away coldly, intently, while the rest of the villagers are making merry at a kind of beer festival —  that was a moment of true horror.  Self never in a million years thought she’d be so upset about the desecration of cabbages!  Perhaps it was because of the shape of the heads, somewhat human — ?)

Anyhoo, you started reading The History of the Peloponnesian War (by Thucydides) at 2 a.m., but you had to stop reading because it got to the point where you’d just read too many heroic things in a row.  First there was Virgil’s The Aeneid, then Paul Fussell’s The Great War and Modern Memory, then a teens-y bit of T. E. Lawrence’s Seven Pillars of Wisdom (which might as well be called “Seven Pillars of Purported British Wisdom, Though Sadly Not!”), and Thucydides.  You also took a peek at Vera Brittain’s Testament of Youth and decided no, enough with the tragic World War memories!

So it’s on to Kiran Desai’s The Inheritance of Loss (which you already read once, while doing residency at VCCA in 2007.  You remember reading it in your studio, when you were supposed to be writing, you naughty naughty self!).  But you liked it much, so here you go again.

In the meantime, to break up the depressing reading spells, here’s a quote from Anthony Lane’s review of “I am Love,” which was the other movie showing in Palo Alto Square, when hubby and self went to see “Restrepo.” Self must admit to feeling great curiosity about this movie, especially after she saw the movie posters:

The best sex you will get all year, if that’s what you crave in your movie-going, is between Tilda Swinton and a prawn.

And with that, self returns to her writing.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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