What I’m counting as book #21:
Two versions of the American Psycho script. I got into a conversation a while back on whether this movie was good or absolute crap. I was about the only person who liked it. Go figure. So, when I saw there was an unproduced draft up at Drew’s Script-O-Rama, I figured I’d give it, and the shooting script, a look. I like reading scripts, and seeing what a director decided would work is interesting. There were many scenes in common, and as many that were cut from that earlier draft. For example, scenes that gave some explanation to Bateman’s psychosis were cut. Big 80s montages were cut, in favor for a more 80s-steeped setting. Despite voice overs in both, direct hallucinations by Bateman were left out. Less, in other words, was more in the director’s opinion. At least in terms of the non-violent scenes. Mary Harron goes all out during the kills. That’s also different from the book which left it all very vague as to whether it was in Bateman’s head until the end. I was amused by the direct Hitchcock Psycho references in the unproduced script. At one point, Bateman recites Norman Bates’ monologue about traps to Jean…while on a date. All in all, Matthew Markwalder’s script is an interesting take on the material, but I can see it’s flaws. Not that the film shot was perfect…
Working… 600 words this morning. Working my way through other rewrites now.
Finished Chocolat by Joanne Harris last night while sitting through Eric’s practice. That makes it book #20 for the year. Ten more to go.
The style was very lovely and there were things here and there that rung true for me. But honestly, for as much dramatic build up as the novel has going on, the end seemed really flat to me. And the descriptions of chocolates got boring after a while. I guess overall it was the pleasant experience I expect from literary fiction, but nothing more.
Co-ed practice really didn’t happen. Nicole and Tricky were both out of town so the rest of us just played open. Early on, my play was pretty flat. Toward the end though, I had a few really nice throws off of some breakmark passes. My outside in fore hand has improved as long as I don’t over think it. I’ve also been happy with my ability to keep up with the likes of Laurie and Abby. Again, maybe they’re not playing as hard as they could be since it’s only pick-up, I don’t know.
Terribly lazy today. I finished everything I needed to yesterday, but today… I need to do laundry and take out trash, but the stairs seem daunting. I’m doing dishes while watching tennis right now. Lunch soon.
No jury duty for me. And no disc either. Instead I walked to K-Mart, a nice 4.5 miles. It occurs to me that walking to Target would be less, and I could take the bus home…
Finished Westmark by Lloyd Alexander. Again I feel cheated. Why did no one point out Alexander to me when I was a young reader? As an adult there’s still things to enjoy, even if the characters are a bit cliched and their feeling are told rather than shown. There’s some fine phrase-turns, and I’m surprised at the slyness of the subject matter. Monarchy v. non-monarchy. Violece v. pacifism. Nice in a kid’s book. Unfortunately, I am short a The Kestrel before I can continue the series. I picked up Westmark in Omaha and The Beggar Queen at the library’s sale corner.
Notice that I don’t really keep to my “What I’m reading” list. I can’t really get into Berendt’s The City of Fallen Angels, so it’s going back to the library. Instead I’ve been reading Chocolat by Joanna Harris, which is lovely. And also Perez-Reverte’s The Seville Communion. And reading The Diamond Throne out-load to Eric as he works on his map. (Which probably explains the sore throat that’s been bugging me for a few days.) And Macbeth in odd moments.
Cripes, it’s already a quarter after 4.
Read Coraline by Neil Gaiman. I was in the mood for something light in reading style, and this caught my eye when browsing through the public library’s e-texts. Dunno if I’ll count it as my #18th book read. Maybe I’ll double-head it with Bradbury’s “The Playground.” But back to Coraline. I appreciate that Gaiman chose a girl for his explorer. There aren’t many good adventurous girl-characters. At least not many that I’ve found. That’s probably past of the reason why I don’t pay too much attention to the gender of characters…
Writing-wise, I did some thinking about Divine Fire (which I understand is much different than actually writing Divine Fire) and finished another AC article.
Ran three miles today and played a good amount of disc this week. It’s so much easier to go out and run when it’s overcast. If tomorrow is like today, I might have to go running in the morning. Something I never do on Saturdays.
Ah! I never mentioned in my lj that we aren’t going to Colorado this weekend. Eric checked the hotel and found it to be nearly as expensive per night as one of our plane tickets. Just too much for a disc tournament. We now have yet more credit on Southwest Airlines which we’ll use come WFC time. Disc-wise, sectionals are down in Tucson and regionals are here again. There’s a one-day in Flagstaff that I’ll go to if I can bum a ride.
Finished Mary Roach’s Spook. For me, it wasn’t as good as Stiff because the subject matter wasn’t as compelling. Yes, I suppose I prefer the corpse to the soul. The book is subtitled “Science Tackles the Afterlife.” My problem is that there is very little science to be had in the book. Of course, when dealing with proving that there is an afterlife and therefore a soul, not much real science has been done. And that’s a point that Roach makes point in a sideways kind of way. Still, a firm two or three paragraphs about scientific method would have been nice. Roach comes to no definitive answers, and neither has ‘science,’ but she does provide a nice history of mediumship, NDEs, and technology’s involvement in detecting the soul. All told in Roach’s light, witty style. It’s due to Roach that I even picked up this book. So book #17 in the bag.
Chill Factor by Rachel Caine
Even though I checked out the fourth in the series as well, I’m done with the Weather Wardens. I’m not a fan of “oh, by the way, ten years ago something terribly traumatic happened to me (the main character) that I’ve never even alluded to although it should have informed many actions in my life…if I had any character development.” I was also pretty disappointed when the main character completely forgot a key bit of information concerning the allegiance of a ‘minor’ character. I’m all for the reader of a book figuring out key pieces of info before the characters, but when the information is given, and I can remember it, so should the main character.
Guess I’m going to have to get my fluff reading elsewhere…
Book #15 – The Hungry Years by William Leith
This is a memoir, well-written with an unflinching style, about food, addiction, and to a lesser extent, current culture’s consumerism and emptiness. Leith’s story of food addiction comes to a head when he meets Robert Adkins for an interview. Much of this book is about carbs: their addictive quality and how they’ve insidiously become the cornerstone of nutrition and economy. This last bit is something I’ve been thinking about recently myself, just how easy and cheap calories are these days. There is a dichotomy though in the narrative, that is also something I often deal with. Leith finally faces his addictive nature and the problems behind it through therapy. That carbs are addictive, that Adkins was or wasn’t a fad, is left behind at around the book two-thirds point. But I have to ask, for the general population that is facing weight problems (and there are a lot of us), are there less deep seated reason for their growing waist-lines?
I do eat when I’m bored or stressed, but I can easily not. I’ve have my weight under control for about five years now. It takes a tight rein, but I don’t suffer from an emptiness of spirit (if you will). I lead a pretty contented life. If I fell off the wagon, it would be because it is very easy to do so. Jogging isn’t fun, it would be easy not to jog. Totino’s Party Pizzas are tasty, it would be easy to have them for lunch, and better tasting then kippers on crackers. For how many people out there is *that* the problem? It’s just so easy not to be healthy.
On a related note, Eric and I got our Wellness Reports in the mail. The numbers are good, good, good. We’ve been eating more fish and fiber and cutting out the trans fat. While my weight/BMI is at the top edge for my group, Eric envied my LDL levels. With numbers like that, I can deal with never eating a Party Pizza again.