"When I met [Muhtar Bakare] six years ago, I was keen to publish an affordable Nigerian edition of my first novel Purple Hibiscus; he was interested and I knew almost immediately that he was the perfect person. Not only because he was humanist, widely read, pan-African, thoughtful and had an instinctive understanding of the nuances of Nigerian society but also because there was a fundamental lack of falseness about him.”
Okay, went home for Xmas. Met some new kittens, and watched some movies.
Cadillac Records: insisted that my fam watch this because I loved it so much. It was much loved and appreciated, and there was seatdancing, and I got to explain things to my neph like “what are race records?” and “why’d he just shoot that guy?” It was On Demand on my aunt’s cable; maybe it’s on your cable too, buttneck. It’s sexy, and of course Beyonce should not be Etta, of course, and everyone in their right butt hates Adrien Brody, but that’s the movie we have, and the rest of it is thrillsville to watch.
Rosemary’s Baby: Hadn’t seen in years. LOVED. Omg. Pulled out The Dread of Difference when I got home to read the chapter, but haven’t yet. It seemed super feminist to me and I kept thinking it was so weird that Polanski made it but what do I know about him, really? Look at my beloved Sean Penn, the anti-imperialist activist/wifebeater? People are complex and fuck up bad. Also maybe I am reading the movie how I want to. She certainly is a wide-eyed haunted waxy child of a character through most of the movie. I’d like to watch it again right now.
A Christmas Carol in 3-D With a Billion Jim Carrey’s All Over the Place: Omg. Do children even like this? Does seeing this with my mom make up for my terrible adolescence yet?
Julie and Julia: Loved Julia Child, the other was bullshit, I hated even the shirts she wore. God, so unapologetically hateful toward women. What is Nora Ephron’s problem? Jesus Christ. I didn’t do anything to your goddamned neck, woman. Stop insulting us in film. Meryl Streep was wonderful and sexy and sigh. Love.
Up: So pissed. Everyone who has tried to get me to see a Pixar film can eat me. I did and it felt twelve hours long. Never again. I really convinced myself I’d enjoy it, at the video store I was like “THIS,” and grabbed it first thing, and thought the insufferable one would be Julie/Julia. I’m an idiot.
Sherlock Holmes: Yeah. Into it. Super fun. Also watched Hound of Baskervilles and a TON of other Basil Rathbone Holmes movies on TCM. Holmes made me think of Captain Kangaroo.
I am going to get plastic on these windows before I have chilblains and then pass out in bed I am getting sick feel like shit so mad about it Happy New Yuh
I’d appreciate a Year’s Best anthology for cultural studies stuff like this. Give me the best chapter or two. I’d love love love that collection! And do not do like that Best African American Essays collection—which I’d totally buy again this year by the way—but they were flawed in I guess feeling they had to include right wing voices to be balanced or whatever. You know I don’t like that, thanks.
"A writer I know says you ought to "follow your inner rage, follow your inner perv" when you sit down to write. I translate that as: write the story that only you would be able to write. Follow it all the way down the hole."
“I am not going to talk about my sex life,” he told me, without my having asked him to.
"Meanwhile, the Securities and Exchange Commission was investigating Mackey: for nearly eight years, he had been secretly logging onto an Internet message board devoted to Whole Foods stock under the sock puppet, or pseudonym, “rahodeb” (an anagram of Deborah, his wife’s name), praising his own company, disparaging Wild Oats, and throwing in a flattering remark about his hair (“I think he looks cute!”)."
"I am, however, retaining membership in the National Writers Union and the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, both of which opposed the “Google settlement.” They don’t have your clout, but their judgment, I think, is sounder, and their courage greater."
1. why is alec baldwin wearing jon’s chest merkin here?
2. love the nutflix descrip of this movie:
Years after killing her mother when her two clown dolls advised it as a solution to her stress over keeping her mother’s (Lucia Sullivan) infidelity from her father (Jeff Zukowski), schizophrenic teen Rachel (Christina Rosenberg) has another break in the wake of a tragedy in this psychological thriller. After her beloved dad dies in a car accident, Rachel’s clowns once again come to life for her and lead her down a tragic, bloody path.
It’s over there by the Popeyes. You’ve seen it. C’mon, what? You can’t miss it. Quit lying. Towering over that vacant lot? You know. Where we used to go smoke and have sex with people? Back in the day? OK yeah no I never smoked or had sex there because hello, uh, snakes, but I’m pretty sure you were there basically every weekend unless my eyes were making up lies. What. Am I wrong? You’re saying you never went over there to smoke a cigarette and then, subsequently, pole? I’m just making this up out of thin air, am I. Just a wonderful imaginative inventor of stories like whoever does Prince Valiant.
Yeah anyway it says CAR CRASH MURDER RAPE PROBATE ETC CALL JOSHUA “THE VIOLENT PITBULL” ALLEN 24/7/366 YES EVEN LEAP DAY I’M ALL EARS AND ALL HEART SE HABLA ESPAÑOL NO JUDGMENT NO FATTIES PERSONAL CHECKS OK. Yeah I know it’s amazing that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you for ten million hours.
From a review of I’m Not Hanging Noodles on Your Ears and Other Intriguing Idioms from Around the World in today’s Shelf Awareness newsletter:
"Some favorites: the Italians say, "For me this is Arabic" to mean "incomprehensible," but the Germans say, "I only understand train station." Spaniards say, "When snakes wore vests" to mean "very long ago." For a Russian, gossip is called "itchy teeth," for the Japanese, itchy teeth means one feels important."
"Director Tim Burton and star Johnny Depp are making a feature film version of the classic 1960s gothic TV soap opera Dark Shadows, and producer Graham King now confirms that the film will shoot in the fall, with Depp to play broody vampire Barnabas Collins.” —ScifiWire
I love this Daily Mail story about how George Michael is into fucking strangers and smoking weed and doing other drugs like any goddamn normal person, and thinks people who have problems with it are ridic. The best part is all the celebs who are all sad (jealous) about it, trying to gang up on him!
He added: ‘Geri [Halliwell] told Kenny (GM’s bf) that Bono, having spoken to Elton, had approached Geri to say, “What can we do for George?”
'This is what I have to deal with because I don't want to be part of that social clique. All I'd have to do to stop it is hang out in London, so people realise I don't look close to death.'
He continued: ‘Elton lives on that. He will not be happy until I bang on his door in the middle of the night saying, ‘Please, please, help me, Elton. Take me to rehab.’ It’s not going to happen.
'Elton just needs to shut his mouth and get on with his own life. Look, if people choose to believe that I'm sitting here in my ivory tower, Howard Hughesing myself with long fingernails and loads of drugs, then I can't do anything about that, can I?'