Saturday, July 29, 2006

BBC -- Part Three


We've decided on our third selection for the Blogger's Book Club: Hazel Rowley's Tete a Tete. If you're interested, pick up a copy and post about it in your blog (or comment on my blog or Vanessa's blog) around the end of August/beginning of September. Here's a review to get you thinking about whether or not you're interested!

From Publishers Weekly:

Though Rowley identifies her engaging and accessible chronicle as the "story of a relationship," it is in fact the story of the many relationships forged by two of the most brilliant, unorthodox and scandalous intellectuals of the 20th century: Beauvoir and Sartre, who from 1929 until Sartre's death in 1980 remained "essential" to each other but never monogamous. Without undue prurience, Rowley (Richard Wright) romps through the major entanglements, loves, triangles, friendships and affairs engaged in by the authors of, respectively,the seminal feminist work The Second Sex andthe controversial autobiography Words. And to place these fascinating interactions into literary and biographical context, Rowley draws from vast stores of published and unpublished writings, correspondence and interviews. Though Beauvoir is the heroine of the book, Rowley offers revealing insights into Sartre: including the extent to which he juggled, depended upon and supported his many mistresses and the compulsive need he had to seduce women far more beautiful than he, despite his tepid sensuality. Intrigues aside, however, Rowley concludes that, for both Sartre and Beauvoir, the most enduring commitment was not to each other or to their many lovers but to their writing, politics and philosophical legacy. (Oct.)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Oh and another thing....

Friday night, I'm out at a bar with friends following a cocktail party. Well, not exactly out with friends. I'm out with a good friend and her boyfriend, D, who I've never quite gotten along with. I've tried -- we've tried -- and I don't exactly hate him, but he's just someone I do not connect with for far too many reasons to go into here.

Anyway, D is pretty drunk (one thing he's very good at) and getting in my face with a bunch of hoo ha. I'm doing my best to just brush him off, aided by my friend (who is, like me, getting frustrated at her boyfriend's antics) when he suddenly says to me:
Why don't you have a boyfriend?

Okay, I know I'm not alone here when I say, Is there ANY WAY to respond to this question?

Let alone, is there any way to respond to this question when it comes from the mouth of someone like D? Is there any way to respond to this question in a way that doesn't make me sound like a total narcissist (Dude, it's not me, it's them) or someone who totally hates herself (Woe is me. I'm so lonely)?

Of course, D doesn't shut up there. He's on a roll (one sprinkled with sesame seeds). He says:

When I first met you, I didn't know what to think. But now that I've gotten to know you, I think you're pretty cool. I mean, you're not ugly. And you can fight it if you want to, but I just want what's best for you.


Gee, thanks, buddy. You can't imagine how flattered I feel.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

The number shall be....Four?

I've been tagged by Jules to give you my life in 4s!

A) Four jobs I've had in my life:
1. Copyeditor
2. Camp Counselor
3. Instructor
4. Janitor (yes, I cleaned public restrooms)

B) Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. Before Sunrise/Before Sunset (not really cheating...they're a unit!)
2. How to Marry a Millionaire
3. Footloose
4. Breakfast at Tiffany's

C) Four places I have lived:
1. San Francisco, CA
2. Somewhere Hot in Texas
3. Santa Fe, NM
4. Yosemite National Park

D) Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. House
2. American Idol (guilty pleasure confession!)
That's it for new shows! But in re-runs, I'll watch
3. Will & Grace
4. Sex and the City

E ) Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Costa Rica
2. Brazil
3. New Zealand
4. China

F) Four Websites I visit daily:
1. Many blogs
2. Lonely Planet
3. Ummmm.....does checking my e-mail count? Yahoo
4. IMDB

G) Four of my favorite foods:
1. A wide variety of pasta dishes
2. New Mexican cuisine
3. Perfectly-ripened peaches
4. Chocolate Truffles

H) Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Right where I am
2. Somewhere cool, shady, calm
3. In a rental car, driving around Tasmania
4. Italy, always Italy

I) Four people I think will respond:
Could be anyone. Surprise me. Will it be YOU?

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

One of those weeks

Just thought I'd pop onto my own blog to say "hi" to my eager readers (all five of you) and let you know that absolutely NOTHING is happening in my life. So there's nothing to post.

Unless you want thousands of words about my writing process and how I've been literally staring at the computer screen for about five hours a day, frustrated and annoyed and producing very very little (in between watching Season One of House again and again and walking the dog). But I don't think anyone wants to hear about that! (I, for one, certainly don't!)

Will return to reality shortly, I'm sure.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Blogger's Book Club Part Three!

Time to choose the third book for Blogger's Book Club! We've decided to stick with the original list, so let me know what looks good (or if you have another suggestion, feel free to let me know). We'll start reading mid-July.


Tete a Tete by Hazel Rowley.

From Publishers Weekly: Though Rowley identifies her engaging and accessible chronicle as the "story of a relationship," it is in fact the story of the many relationships forged by two of the most brilliant, unorthodox and scandalous intellectuals of the 20th century: Beauvoir and Sartre, who from 1929 until Sartre's death in 1980 remained "essential" to each other but never monogamous. Without undueprurience, Rowley (Richard Wright) romps through the major entanglements, loves, triangles, friendships and affairs engaged in by the authors of, respectively,the seminal feminist work The Second Sex andthe controversial autobiography Words. And to place these fascinating interactions into literary and biographical context, Rowley draws from vast stores of published and unpublished writings, correspondence and interviews. Though Beauvoir is the heroine of the book, Rowley offers revealing insights into Sartre: including the extent to which he juggled, depended upon and supported his many mistresses and the compulsive need he had to seduce women far more beautiful than he, despite his tepid sensuality. Intrigues aside, however, Rowley concludes that, for both Sartre and Beauvoir, the most enduring commitment was not to each other or to their many lovers but to their writing, politics and philosophical legacy. (Oct.)

Little, Big by John Crowley.

Amazon book description: Little, Big tells the epic story of Smoky Barnable -- an anonymous young man who meets and falls in love with Daily Alice Drinkwater, and goes to live with her in Edgewood, a place not found on any map. In an impossible mansion full of her relatives, who all seem to have ties to another world not far away, Smoky fathers a family and tries to learn what tale he has found himself in -- and how it is to end.




Caramelo by Sandra Cisneros.

From AudioFile: "Tell me a story, even if it's a lie." So begins Sandra Cisneros's delightful second novel. The Reyes clan piles into three cars to make a trip to the "other side" (Mexico City) to visit the Awful Grandmother and the Little Grandfather. Celaya (Lala) Reyes is the youthful observer of her family's vida loca. Cisneros has written a poetic, fictionalized family saga made memorable by a raucouscollection of characters. They slip in and out of time, weaving truth and "healthy lies" into the family's history. The story overflows with music, food, fantasy, and fiesta. Narrating the tale herself, Cisneros is most successful in her interpretation of the young Lala. Her reading lends charm and authenticity to this witty gem of a novel.


Behind the Scenes at the Museum by Kate Atkinson.

From Publisher's Weekly: The narrator's insistent voice and breezy delivery animates this enchanting first novel by a British writer who won one of the 1993 Ian St. James Awards for short stories. Ruby Lennox is a quirky, complex character who relates the events of her life and those of her dysfunctional family with equal parts humor, fervor and candor-starting with her moment of conception in York, England, in 1959: "I exist!" Ruby then describes the family she is to join. Her parents own a pet shop; her mother, Bunty, bitterly rues having married her philandering husband, George, and daydreams about what her life might have been. Ruby has two older sisters, willful Gillian and melancholy Patricia. Through its ambitious structure, the novel also charts five generations and more than a century of Ruby's family history, as reported in "footnotes" that follow relevant chapters.(For example, a passage about a pink glass button reveals the story of its original owner, Ruby's great-grandmother Alice, who will abandon her young family and run off with a French magician.) Ruby's richly imagined account includes both the details of daily life and the several tragic events that punctuate the family's mundane existence. Though the "footnote" entries are not quite as gripping as those rendered in Ruby's richly vernacular, energetic recitation, Atkinson's ebullient narrative style captures the troubled Lennox family with wit and poignant accuracy.

Possession by A.S. Byatt.

From Publishers Weekly:Two contemporary scholars, each studying one of two Victorian poets, reconstruct their subjects' secret extramarital affair through poems, journal entries, letters and modern scholarly analysis of the period. PW called this Booker Prize winner "an ambitious and wholly satisfying work, a nearly perfect novel."

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

What about love?

So last night, I was all ready to sit down to watch my favorite train wreck, How to get the Guy, when I realized that ABC was showing back-to-back episodes of Supernanny instead.

Oh no! Could it be that the world's-worst-television-show-that-I-can't-seem-to-take-my-eyes-off-of (WWTSTICSTTMEOO) has been canned? It appears this may be the case.

Where's the love, people? Okay, it's true that I was mostly waiting for the women to fall flat on their faces (and hopefully knock their corny love "coaches" into the San Francisco Bay) but even so: What purpose is there to my life without being able to mock my masochistic lovestarved San Francisco sisters on my favorite WWTSTICSTTMEOO?

What is left in the world?

Friday, July 07, 2006

What a Friday

I just came back from spending the day at the hospital while my friend, M, underwent open-heart surgery. Things are looking good -- he's still in ICU and still out, but things went well.

Still, fingers (and toes and even legs) crossed for a speedy recovery.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Whoa!

Now, I'm excited about the second installment of Pirates of the Caribbean just as much as the next Johnny Depp obsessed gal. And, no doubt, Ms. Keira "I Look Like I Have To Poop" Knightley falls into this category as well, seeing as how the first installment shot her into superstardom. But will someone please give Ms. Knightley a cookie? Or twelve?

(Image from Getty Images!)

Movie Review -- The Devil Wears Prada


The Devil Wears Prada is the long-anticipated film based on the novel by Lauren Weisberger. Anne Hathaway plays Andrea (aka: "Ahn-dre-ah"), a recent college graduate with huge aspirations to be writing for The New Yorker someday. However, her first job is working for Runway magazine as the assistant to the devil herself, editor-in-chief Miranda Priestly (played by the divine Meryl Streep) in "a job a million girls would die for." Andrea starts off as a less-than-fashionable young woman (who mocks the very product she represents) who nearly crumbles under Miranda's terror, but soon she is pulled into the viciousness of the fashion industry.

The movie drifts from the novel in some of its plot points. However, don't let this turn you off. Ultimately, the essence of the book remains. I think that one of the things that emerges in the movie that isn't as present in the book is the fact that Miranda is an actual human being. She isn't "nice", no way; however, she (like all of the other characters) has a soul. While the book is a fun read, in a way it is one-dimensional in its portrayal of the characters; the film neither bashes nor glorifies the fashion industry or Miranda. In a way, the film comes across as much smarter than the book in its exploration of what is necessary for one (we could even say for "a woman" as the film brings up the notion of whether or not Miranda would be perceived in the same way were she a man) to become a success. And in doing so, it raises the issue of whether or not we are all disposible or replaceable, whether we have expiration dates (and the lengths one will go to maintain her status).

The highlight of the film is (no surprise) Streep's portrayal of Miranda. (Here's hoping for Golden Globe and/or an Oscar nod, though the Academy seems reluctant to recognize comedy. Damn, Meryl Streep can do anything!) Streep manages to make her "evil" without turning her into a caricature of evil. There is a genuine sadness to Miranda beneath her tough-as-nails exterior. Anne Hathaway holds her own opposite Streep. She is charming and sweet, and genuinely believeable as she crosses over to the dark side. My main irritation comes from Andrea's love interests: her live-in boyfriend, Alex (played by Entourage's Adrien Grenier; and bad-boy writer, Christian (played by Simon Baker). One, I didn't really care whether or not Andy and Alex stayed together; they're, what, 22? People change and grow apart. Life goes on. (Plus, with all of his babbling about buying $5 strawberries or whatever, I found it hypocritical that he was so judgemental of high fashion.) And Christian? Ick. He was just too old and grose for Andrea; no way did I buy that relationship. No way.

I've already talked about the fashion, so I'll sign off by giving this four big stars! Great summer fun!

Monday, July 03, 2006

Finally!

May/June books are finally posted on my book list!

Enjoy!

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Allez les bleus!

France 1, Brazil 0