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1. Super's Wife aka Monica vs. the Package Thieves Take III
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2. Rather liked what John Scalzi said about pre-1920s literature:
Most of 19th century English language literature is a rough ride for me because it jars my brain. The words are the same but the sentences and paragraphs don’t hang together right for me, and it’s not really until the 1920s that language usage snaps into a form I can flow through, instead of feeling it chug in my head. This is, I assure you, a me problem. Neither Austen nor any of the rest of the 19th Century English language literary world needed to take my preferences into account, not least because I would not even exist until well into the second half of the 20th Century. Austen was a fantastic writer. Just not so much for me.
With the exception of Jane Austen (which I did barrel through with delight) and Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, I feel more or less the same way.
Proof, we all think differently, I guess. I'm willing to work to get to the story - but I have my limits.
3. Saw Saltburn today, and kind of fell asleep during it. So had to rewind. I found it hard to follow. It's partly because the film is very dark - and a great deal of it appears to be filmed at night or in shadows.
It's also filmed in square box format not letterbox.
Emerald Fernnel, who wrote and directed Promising Young Woman, has written another biting satire that borrows heavily from Patricia Highsmith, in particular The Talented Mr. Ripley. That novel has been adapted numerous times now by filmmakers - making me wonder about them. It's being adapted yet again into a mini-series, by someone, can't remember who.
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4. Been having issues with my sinuses of late. But not badly enough for it to be a cold, I think residual allergies.
Mother called in tears today - turns out one of her close and dear friends who had been previously diagnosed with ALS, has fourth stage lung cancer. Mother is losing her friends, many to cancer, and alzheimers. And it's painful.
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2. Rather liked what John Scalzi said about pre-1920s literature:
Most of 19th century English language literature is a rough ride for me because it jars my brain. The words are the same but the sentences and paragraphs don’t hang together right for me, and it’s not really until the 1920s that language usage snaps into a form I can flow through, instead of feeling it chug in my head. This is, I assure you, a me problem. Neither Austen nor any of the rest of the 19th Century English language literary world needed to take my preferences into account, not least because I would not even exist until well into the second half of the 20th Century. Austen was a fantastic writer. Just not so much for me.
With the exception of Jane Austen (which I did barrel through with delight) and Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, I feel more or less the same way.
Proof, we all think differently, I guess. I'm willing to work to get to the story - but I have my limits.
3. Saw Saltburn today, and kind of fell asleep during it. So had to rewind. I found it hard to follow. It's partly because the film is very dark - and a great deal of it appears to be filmed at night or in shadows.
It's also filmed in square box format not letterbox.
Emerald Fernnel, who wrote and directed Promising Young Woman, has written another biting satire that borrows heavily from Patricia Highsmith, in particular The Talented Mr. Ripley. That novel has been adapted numerous times now by filmmakers - making me wonder about them. It's being adapted yet again into a mini-series, by someone, can't remember who.
( vague spoilers )
4. Been having issues with my sinuses of late. But not badly enough for it to be a cold, I think residual allergies.
Mother called in tears today - turns out one of her close and dear friends who had been previously diagnosed with ALS, has fourth stage lung cancer. Mother is losing her friends, many to cancer, and alzheimers. And it's painful.