No doubt everyone who reads and everyone who writes has a construction or phrase that is anathema. For me it is “could be seen.” Every time I run across it I find myself kicked out of the reading process into my editorial mode to think of ways to correct or improve. Too often its use strikes me as authorial laziness.
I have just finished rereading “A Boy’s Own Story” by Edmund White. For me this is one of the most beautifully composed works of imaginative fiction ever. One might say, and one does, that it is one of the most overly beautifully composed works ever, to the degree that one wonders if the extravagant beauty of the net diminishes even further the small fish caught therein.
Labor Day is not a day but a weekend.
Christmas is a day. Yes, attendant events take up a lot of time before (especially) and after, but the day itself is what’s most important. Ditto Thanksgiving. And Independence Day. But Labor Day itself is just the last day in that weekend.
Marvels Cinematic Universe: The Infinity Saga, Phases 1 – 3 (to be more precise), begins for me with “Iron Man” in 2008 and ends with “Avengers: Endgame” in 2019. Some 22 movies. I could include “Spider-Man: Far from Home” in this, but for me that is coda or possibly even the start of Phase 4. And the final minutes of “Endgame” sure do suggest a major pause.
Woodrow died during the third week of October, 2019. Some of my followers on Facebook had been able to keep up with his life and times, and they and I miss him greatly. I have decided that it is time for a retrospective look at the “Mayor of Sawyerville.”
For the past several weeks I have been playing around with a short story, and it seems to be finally in a condition satisfactory enough to me for it to be posted on my blog. Feel free to read it: won't cost you a thing.
“A Hidden Life,” the latest Terrence Malick movie, arrived in the mail this morning. I spent the afternoon watching all 2 hours and 54 minutes of it. It is a movie that could have been made by no one other than Malick. I see reflections and reminders of every one of his previous movies in this one.
The story is simple. A young farmer with a wife and 3 little girls and an aged mother cannot bring himself to swear allegiance to a man whom he believes to be an evil dictator who has taken his country into an unjust war and who is killing innocent people.
I recently saw that the idea of using New York City parks for temporary mass burial of victims of COVID-19 was being floated. My first reaction: why temporary? My reaction upon deeper consideration: why temporary?