Movies: Inception, The Painted Veil
Theatre: London Assurance (NT Live), Portrait of the Widow Kinski by Sarah Jane Accuardi, Necessity by Sam Gregory, Gnit by Will Eno (all JAW)
Books: Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card, Book of Shadows (in progress) by my friend Alex, The Alchemy of Theatre (in bits and pieces
Plays read: Girl in the Goldfish Bowl by Morris Panych, Private Eyes by Steven Dietz
Really nothing on CD as not driving much these days (yay)
Hmmmm . . . I've been reading almost constantly, so feel this is probably not complete, but it's all that comes to mind.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Monday, July 5
Reading in progress: Ender's Game, Committed.
Had to turn Mrs. Dalloway back in to the library, so will switch over to Bruce Feiler's Abraham for my listening pleasure. Read this one a few years ago while researching a play and am eager to read it again. Also, Feiler's been on my mind as he is very ill--dying perhaps. He is such a brilliant guy with such far-reaching interests; I want to read all his books. But may not be able to take on his most recent. We'll see.
Anyway, will I ever be done with Mrs. Dalloway? It has struck me completely differently each time I've read it, in ways too intimate and complex to talk about in a few sentences.
Meanwhile, my reading aspirations are growing to the point where I can barely manage the lists, much less the reading. But this is one overwhelm that doesn't trouble me, for some reason. I'll either read these things or I won't.
Theatre: two more readings by two talented friends: Nick Zagone's Lee Marvin Be Thy Name, a funny and sweet testosterone fest, and Eugenia Woods' Famished about a mother/daughter's relationship with food, which was far more interesting than I expected, simply because of the exquisite writing. I am personally tired of food as a literary topic (tired for now, I mean--it's so big that that's sort of like saying you're tired of love or travel as a topic), but Eugenia's work was wonderfully fresh and unpredictible.
Movies/TV: We all watched Sugar, a terrific bittersweet and wise baseball movie, and I watched Infamous, one of the two movies from a couple of years ago about Truman Capote and In Cold Blood, which I both admired enormously and found deeply painful. The brutality of the murders is more than you can really process and left me feeling hollow, but the movie's statements about art are valid and well earned.
I think that's about it. I've sort of forgotten the stack of plays I brought home from campus in May--want to get back to those. And I have some plays to read for next season's planning as well.
Also, the boys and I are planning to see Karate Kid again this morning, this time with Dad!
ONE LAST THING: I'm struck by the amount of re-reading I'm doing these days, and also by the fact that many of the titles I'm most looking forward to are ones I've read before. As recently as a year ago, I would have felt this a waste of time--might have picked up an old favorite now and then, but would have felt I should really be reading something new to me. Now, I feel like if I'm passionate about reading something, it's the right thing to read, and off I go. Isn't that strange and great.
Had to turn Mrs. Dalloway back in to the library, so will switch over to Bruce Feiler's Abraham for my listening pleasure. Read this one a few years ago while researching a play and am eager to read it again. Also, Feiler's been on my mind as he is very ill--dying perhaps. He is such a brilliant guy with such far-reaching interests; I want to read all his books. But may not be able to take on his most recent. We'll see.
Anyway, will I ever be done with Mrs. Dalloway? It has struck me completely differently each time I've read it, in ways too intimate and complex to talk about in a few sentences.
Meanwhile, my reading aspirations are growing to the point where I can barely manage the lists, much less the reading. But this is one overwhelm that doesn't trouble me, for some reason. I'll either read these things or I won't.
Theatre: two more readings by two talented friends: Nick Zagone's Lee Marvin Be Thy Name, a funny and sweet testosterone fest, and Eugenia Woods' Famished about a mother/daughter's relationship with food, which was far more interesting than I expected, simply because of the exquisite writing. I am personally tired of food as a literary topic (tired for now, I mean--it's so big that that's sort of like saying you're tired of love or travel as a topic), but Eugenia's work was wonderfully fresh and unpredictible.
Movies/TV: We all watched Sugar, a terrific bittersweet and wise baseball movie, and I watched Infamous, one of the two movies from a couple of years ago about Truman Capote and In Cold Blood, which I both admired enormously and found deeply painful. The brutality of the murders is more than you can really process and left me feeling hollow, but the movie's statements about art are valid and well earned.
I think that's about it. I've sort of forgotten the stack of plays I brought home from campus in May--want to get back to those. And I have some plays to read for next season's planning as well.
Also, the boys and I are planning to see Karate Kid again this morning, this time with Dad!
ONE LAST THING: I'm struck by the amount of re-reading I'm doing these days, and also by the fact that many of the titles I'm most looking forward to are ones I've read before. As recently as a year ago, I would have felt this a waste of time--might have picked up an old favorite now and then, but would have felt I should really be reading something new to me. Now, I feel like if I'm passionate about reading something, it's the right thing to read, and off I go. Isn't that strange and great.
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