June 10th, 2005

Revenge of the Bad Movie

I finally saw Episode III and, unfortunately, hated it. As in, I thought it was worse than Episode II, and possibly even worse than Episode I. Seriously. The dialogue was unspeakable, the plot heavy-handed, and the characterization abominable. And, oh, god, Padme makes me ashamed to be a woman. Actually, I just don't want to be a woman anywhere near George Lucas. He seems to have very old-fashioned ideas of what a woman is good for. There were a few good moments (maybe twenty minutes out of the movie), but it really wasn't worth my time to wait for them.

Not that this is news to anyone here, except rscott who told me this movie wasn't an absolute disaster. Sorry, Rob, you were wrong. I could do better in my sleep. Damn your eyes, George. Damn your eyes.
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Ouch!

So, I'm thinking it's about time for lunch. I turn on the oven to make some pizza, and when it comes time to get the pizza out, my internal monologue goes something like this:

Hmm, what's that weird burning sensation along the inside of my arm? Could I be burning myself? No, I'm wearing oven mitts. What is going on? That's a weird sensation. Wow, it's getting more painful. Maybe I should take my hands out of the oven. Let me just get that pizza . . . . Nope, wait, still hurts. What the hell is going on?

Turns out that the metal core of my wrist braces heats up rather fast when exposed to 450 degree heat. I ripped those suckers off faster than you can say "velcro," though I managed not to dump pizza all over the floor in the process. Fortunately I'm not hurt, just a little sore and rather embarrassed.
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Reading Roundup, April 2005

Whoo, thanks to finals this puppy's been pretty delayed. Still, April was kind of a spectactular reading month, so I didn't just want to skip it. I'm not quite sure how I managed to get through all these pages without failing out of school, particularly since I don't seem to have actually listed any school reading on the list. Nevertheless, enjoy these suggestions!

The gem: No, I'd never heard of Etgar Keret before picking up The Bus Driver Who Wanted To Be God, but now that I've read his work, I can't imagine why not. His stories are tiny (few are longer than three pages) but luminous, witty and occasionally heartbreaking. In fact, the single longer piece in the book is probably the weakest; Keret's got a knack for the one-two punch of detail-reversal, detail-reversal that just doesn't hold up particularly well in the long term. Still, his glorious invention takes you from Egypt, circa the Plague of the Firstborn, to a middle-school classroom to a village built over the mouth of Hell. Highly recommended.

The wanna-be gem: I still think that Kevin Brockmeier may have written my favorite short story ever (go read "The Brief History of the Dead," already!), but his first collection, Things that Fall from the Sky, was a bit of a disappointment. I could tell that he was trying for the same brief, luminous wit that Keret manages (for example, one story imagines the interior of an airplane as an eternal, self-perpetuating world) but he can't quite handle it. Brockmeier is at his best when dealing with subtle grief, as in "These Hands." If he can learn to apply the same razor-sharp emotional intelligence to the stories where he tries to be witty, he'll improve them a dozen-fold. Given that this was his first work, though, I imagine he'll only get better. In fact, given "The Brief History of the Dead," I imagine he has.

The life-changer: There's no question that books have changed my life, but it's rare that I'm able to pinpoint exactly which book, when I read it, and what it did for me. Anna Fels' Necessary Dreams, though, was such a remarkable book that I don't need to wait for the retrospective. This incisive work explores ambition as a human trait. Ambition is a natural drive, argues psychologist Fels, and plays a significant role in internal behavior such as learning, as well as in external social relationships. Women, however, have their ambition stamped on in large and small ways, and Fels argues that this is at the root of women's continued difficulties in the modern world. Even more impressive, she manages to do with without vilifying society or victimizing women. Although this book is not meant to be a self-help book, if you are a woman, you will not be able to read this without looking at your own ambitions (and your attitude toward ambition!) with a very keen eye. Extraordinary.

The author I've been avoiding: The problem with having a little OCD problem when it comes to books is that one tends to avoid the ouvres of particularly prolific authors. After all, how do you know where to start? Now, of course, I'm kicking myself, because I've fallen in love with Anthony Trollope and I don't know why I waited so long. The Way We Live Now is one of those big, sprawling Victorian novels which feature virtuous heroines, comic minor characters, financial skullduggery, etcetera. (Hello, Dickens!) Trollope manages, though, to combine that sort of plot with a tenderness for his complicated and very human characters. While some of the cast are reduced to comic turns or simple villains, the majority of the players on Trollope's stage are recognizable in oneself, even as they twist and turn on the hook of the extraordinarily gripping plotline. I'm definitely going to be hunting down more works by this guy, even if I still don't quite know where to start!

The polemic: I don't think that Neil Postman would like to hear The Disappearance of Childhood referred to as a polemic, but at some level that's precisely what it is. Still, it's a thoughtful, well-researched and carefully argued one, and its historical and theoretical/critical elements are not to be missed. In (very) brief, Postman argues that the differences between adulthood and childhood came about with the rise of literacy. He therefore links the rise of the visual/oral element in our modern society with other cultural trends, particularly the infantilization of adults and the way that childhood is, well, disappearing. I'm not sure that I entirely agree with his argument, particularly as he seems to forget that while literacy is a skill, computer literacy is perhaps just as difficult to acquire and can be considered a similar marker between adults and children even if we all forgot how to read tomorrow - but a lot of what he says is very smart, and he's very entertaining while saying it.

The charmer: This one was a reread (hey! it was a stressful month), but Joan Aiken's A Necklace of Raindrops never disappoints. These fairy tales effortlessly jump back and forth between the modern and the traditional. A schoolbus becomes a magical home in the sky; a young girl is given a necklace of raindrops, and corresponding magical powers, by her godfather the North Wind. If you can find the version illustrated by Jan Pienkowski, I highly recommend it. His magical illustrations - silhouettes against gorgeous washes of color - make the stories come even more alive.

The favorite: I'd read Sabriel and its sequel Lirael perhaps two years ago, but the final book of the trilogy, Abhorsen was not yet out. When it came time to read Abhorsen, I took the opportunity to re-read the first two for maximum trilogy-enjoyment. Sabriel remains among my favorite books of all time, though I found that the following duology wasn't quite as good. The setting remained supremely excellent: imagine if there were a magical kingdom on the other side of Hadrian's Wall, and modern England had to deal with its rather uncomfortable neighbor. However, Sabriel was such a fantastic main character that it was pretty much impossible for the later heroes to live up to her. Still, the later books have some extraordinary sequences in their own right, and blow most other modern fantasy novels out of the water. Extraordinary.

May's roundup will be coming soon!
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