Sunday, December 19, 2010
In other news, long walks are good, weather that is not trying to kill one is good, and, needless to say, coffee is good.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Also, I am old. I was just looking for a good picture of Shahrukh Khan in sequins* – surprisingly hard to find, given how many shiny, spangly costumes he wears – and happened across some fairly revealing shots. I made a little noise, covered my eyes, and thought, ah, my, that is quite indecent**.
*You're welcome. You now also have Deepika Padukone in a princess Leia bra
**And, frankly, a little gay, even with the women.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
I briefly interrupt my regularly scheduled Bollywood to listen to The Great Gatsby, a book I read years ago and don’t remember at all, and which I took up again to prepare to a lecture that was, in fact, about Tender is the Night. Go figure. Mostly, I feel the same as I did when I first read the book – it defies me, like On the Road. I don’t get it. It faintly bores me. And yet...I read the end four times, the very end...
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we wi
ll run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning ——-
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
All by itself, that is some of the most beautiful and sad prose known to man.
By the way, Beirut’s The Flying Club Cup must be the perfect accompaniment: “a Sunday smile...we wore it for a while...”.
I may now go read that book about insanity and death.