Very glad I took time to read the reviews before buying into HBO so I could watch the new TV movie about Station Eleven. About, I say, because the reviews make it plain that the novel has been adapted. Not adhered to. Can’t say I care to find out just how adapted. I was hoping for a retelling in visuals. No such luck.
A different type of Holocaust survivor memoire, told in matter-of-fact, often heart-breaking style by Manny Drukier, the title taken from a Primo Levi quote about those who can forget and those for whom the memory is carved in stone. It’s pricey at $30 for the ebook, but worth it. The 2017 book is also the basis for a new documentary, called Finding Manny, so far only available at film festivals.
It’s the 75th anniversary of the publication of Paramahansa Yogananda’s worldwide bestseller (more than 10 million copies sold) that has inspired thousands on a path of yoga, meditation and self-exploration. It’s quite a good book, an interesting tale. And you can start with a painless video before embarking on the read.
In which the chief heroine and time-traveler is gang-raped in 1774. Very shocking and saddening. Yet, perhaps, because she’s an m.d. and in her early forties, she takes it rather philosophically. Recalling that only one was not rough. “I was just a hole,” she said. That’s in A Breath of Snow and Ashes, by Diana Gabaldon.
“You’re not afraid of men,” one 18th century rapist observes of her 20th century demeanor. “You should act like you’re afraid.”
Had thought to take off this July 4th Independence Day but find I can’t stop clearing out the books (and more books) and other “excessive personal possessions,” as our paid pre-inspector genteelly termed it.
Only got 2 and a half weeks until the painters commence on the rancho, inside and out. And then probably showing the place for sale. By which time we should have closed on the condo, which is way too small for excessive anything. And moved Mr. Boy’s desired artifacts to a storage unit.
So it’s continue continue today. We’ll probably sit out after dark to see/hear the illegal fireworks in the neighborhood. If the mosquitoes ain’t too bad, after all the rain we’ve been having in this very wet year.
UPDATE: The illegal fireworks were cool this year
William Langewiesche anthropomorphizes airplanes.
In this book, it’s the Airbus A330 that landed on the Hudson River ten years ago. Having disgorged its passengers and crew safely, it was just “driftng nose high like a beast in the water, and refusing to die.”
Good story-telling, and good tech and flying skill, by the son of Wolfgang, author of Stick and Rudder, a classic book on the art of piloting.
“Alice Walker should be just as toxic for her anti-Semitism as David Duke is for his. After all, they push the same message when it comes to Jews.”
Via National Review