Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 26, 2010

Movieย Mayhem:ย Aprilย 1st-15th

It has not been a movie watching month overall, as my focus has shifted dramatically to reading. I usually find a balance between the two, but this month with such hefty reading choices and things like the reading marathon at Jesup during National Library Week, I’ve been thoroughly occupied. Especially lately, as the end of the month draws closer and my personal deadlines for finishing books are rearing their, um, lovely heads. In fact, the only reason I’m taking this chunk of time to write my silly little movie blurbs, is because I finished The Brothers Karamazov!! ๐Ÿ™‚

I of course have still seen a few movies this month. I can’t seem to avoid doing so…! I really enjoyed watching all five of the films that we played at the movie theater where I work part time, during The Tournees Festival. This is an event that brings new French films to college campuses. We were the venue for COA’s version of the event. More about those films in a minute. But first:

TolstoyThe Last Station – Michael Hoffman – Germany – 2009
I was eagerly anticipating this movie, and it did not disappoint. It traces the last few months of Leo Tolstoy’s life, as seen by his young idealistic secretary. Overflowing with Tolstoyan beliefs, as they have been laid down by Tolstoy’s friend and confident, Vladimir Chertkov, Valintin arrives in Tolstoy’s home only to discover that most of the things he thought he believed don’t make as much sense when they are brought up against the absolute burst of real life the surrounds the old, ill, but still amazingly vibrant writer. Outstanding performances by Christopher Plummer, and the continually amazing Helen Mirren (playing Sofya Tolstaya, Tolstoy’s nearly estranged but copiously passionate wife) hold together a movie that is visually lovely, and utterly engaging. Now I’ve got to read the book it was based on. And I should probably get around to reading some of Tolstoy’s work too…! ๐Ÿ™‚

Ninja Assassin – James McTeigue – USA – 2009
A decent kung fu movie, with plenty of non-stop action and wild martial arts, and a moderately plausible storyline. What it lacked in style it made up for in adrenalin. Fun, if somewhat bloody, stuff.

Time Bandits – Terry Gilliam – UK – 1981
I’ve been wanting to watch this movie again for several years now, but it kept slipping back down the Netflix queue. After being thoroughly underwhelmed by The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus recently, I thought it was high time I revisited a Terry Gilliam world that I remembered as being totally awesome! I wasn’t disappointed. Kevin and his encounter with the Time Bandits was just as awesome this time round, and I got a huge kick out of the enormous cast. Ian Holm as Napoleon, Sean Connery as King Agamemnon, Jim Broadbent as the fellow on TV who later shows up in the dread otherworld of David Warner’s Evil Genius! Not to mention all the other great cast of characters. This is a Terry Gilliam movie that I love, that is charming but still has a little something serious to say. And the interesting thing is that while this movie is much older, it is just as wildly creative and uses as many special effects and as large and interesting a cast as Doctor Parnassus. This one has something extra though, an extra dose of awesome. I’m not sure how that works, but whatever, I’ll take it!

it might get loudIt Might Get Loud – Davis Guggenheim – USA – 2008
This was a great documentary about three musicians who get together to talk about music, play some music, and generally dork-out about music. And we get to watch! The musicians are Jimmy Page, The Edge, and Jack White. Need I say more? The actual conversation between the three is relatively brief, as the film follows the three of them home, and back through the years. Favorite moments would be seeing Jimmy Page in his musical library playing the air guitar to a record of Link Wray playing Rumble, and Jack White saying, “Who needs to buy a guitar” while building an instrument of sorts out of warped planks and string. Of course there are lots of great clips of music – Jack and Megan White playing a set in a nursing home, really old footage of Jimmy Page playing “skiffle” with an early set of band mates, etc. The movie itself was put together nicely, and offered nothing but the musician’s own words, which I liked. Good stuff.

Sherlock Holmes – Guy Ritchie – USA – 2009
A second viewing of this flick proved that it was still pretty good. Not so thrilling as on the first watch, still fun, still full of Guy Ritchie quirkiness, but while I really enjoyed it, this time round it made me want to pick up the books again, and simultaneously watch Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (my favorite Guy Ritchie movie – and I did watch most of it a day later!)

fear(s) of the darkFear(s) of the Dark – Blutch, Charles Burns, Pierre De Sciullo, Marie Caillou, Lorenzo Mattotti, and Richard McGuire – France – 2007
My first of the Tournees Festival films, this was an animated conglomeration of fears. Several stories by several animators and directors were broken apart and then pieced back together again, rearranged so that no whole story was told at once. The whole piece was black and white, but each individual piece was in a distinct style. Some of the stories were milder than others, but all were SCARY! Horrible huge dogs randomly devouring people; something that waits in the swamp to get you; an alien insect taking over a man’s body; a young girl possessed by the spirit of a slain Samurai; a man alone in a dark house with, possible, something… Wow. I was totally blown away and loved the movie, but it was so scary! Delicious scariness. Very strange, very cool.

A Girl Cut in Two – Claude Chabrol – France – 2007
A classic love triangle, somewhat humorous at first, but escalating into despair and tragedy. The pretty poor blonde, desired by the rich playboy (who is more than somewhat unstable) and desirous of the grey-bearded and highly respected author, who desires her himself, now and then when his wife is out of town… Not my favorite storyline, although there was something strangely compelling about this movie. Didn’t love it though – a decided “eh”.

Eldorado – Bouli Lanners – France – 2008
A story about the joys and sorrows of sudden friendships that surface for a day or two in the lives of strangers. Coming home from work one night a man discovers an intruder in his house and spends the night trying to wheedle him out from under the bed. A day later the young man who eventually crawled out is sitting in his car, and he is driving him to a town close to the border so that he can visit his parents. Many amusing and pathetic adventures ensue. I loved the pacing of this movie and the absurd, run-of-the-mill events that filled it. Bouli Lanners, multi-tasking in his role as star and director, gave a wonderful performance. Not a happy movie overall, with it’s questions about human connection and what it means to seek freedom by forsaking relationships, but easily one of the best movies I’ve seen this year – and a great road-trip movie to boot. ๐Ÿ™‚

The Romance of Astrea & Celadon – Eric Rohmer – France – 2007
Oh my lord. It took two tries for me to watch this movie in its entirety. I had to watch 1/2 one night and 1/2 the next. I’ll readily admit to not particularly liking it, but at the same time being highly amused, or bemused by it. I’ve not seen any of Eric Rohmer’s other movies, but according to a bit of research and conversation with my film fanatic co-worker, it seems that this, his final work, follows his usual style. No soundtrack, no close-ups, a pretty location, long conversations between pretty young people… Seriously, in a tale about two lovers who quarrel, and then have to go through hell and high water to get back together, this film showed little more than people taking long walks in the woods, dressed in minimal flowy robes. Some of the speeches were interesting, but everyone was so dramatic – I was reminded awkwardly of Shakespeare, but not in a good way. At various times I just wanted to shake the character of Celadon, who, since Astrea had said she never wanted to see him again unless she told him she did, had tried to drown himself, and then, ruled by his overwhelming love for Astrea, in spite of the fact that she was distraught over his death, felt that he couldn’t reveal that he was alive because she hadn’t said that she wanted to see him again…!! Gah! Dumb lover. The last 15 minutes, where it all astonishingly gets resolved, make the rest of it almost worth it though. Absolutely squirm worthy escapades. Too funny.

beaches of agnesThe Beaches of Agnes – Agnes Varda – France – 2008
A documentary/autobiography of Agnes Varda’s journey through and with film, this movie was interesting and inspiring and amusing. Varda is quite a character. I’ve only seen her movie The Gleaners and I, which I liked very much, although I have of course now added a variety of her fictional pieces to my Netflix queue. Varda, thought of as the god-mother of the French New Wave, has had her fingers and toes in the French movie scene for decades. She’s known everybody, worked with everybody, has amazing and obscure footage of everybody. She tells the story of her life through the beaches that she has lived near, and her stories are endlessly entertaining. She herself is so cute to watch too – she’s funny-looking in the best way, and even as an 80 year old woman there is something endearingly girlish about her. A very enjoyable movie, and a very intriguing person.

And I’ve only seen about three other movies since the 15th, which I’ll write about eventually. The rest of this week will be spent rummaging through the rest of Life a Users Manuel and trying to think about what I think about those Brothers Karamazov. Movie watching will return to my life in May. ๐Ÿ™‚

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 22, 2010

The Brothers Karamazov: Book Three

Bros Kby Fyodor Dostoevsky
translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky

Obviously I can’t complain that nothing happened in this section! I’m more inclined to wonder what exactly did happen? Such mystery. Did he or didn’t he, and if he didn’t then who did? Papa Karamazov is finally offed, and all fingers point to Dmitri… There’s really nowhere else to point, and since our narrator has only provided Dmitri’s perspective (and he claims he didn’t do it of course) we are left scrambling for other answers – if we choose to seek them, and I do, I think – even though there isn’t much evidence to support any other answers.

This strikes me as odd. Dostoevsky up to this point has been pretty forthright with us, blocking out his story blow by blow, although with plenty of hints and comments like “actually, I’ll save that for later” and “but I’m getting ahead of myself”… He hasn’t left outright holes in his narrative thus far. There isn’t so much a hole here, I suppose, since we have Dmitri’s (somewhat scattered) confession of everything that happened to him during the fateful night – but in a story that is built out of multiple versions of events, as seen by it’s web of characters, to suddenly suck everything in to focus on one person is startling – and effective I must admit. I finished this section feeling more than a little claustrophobic.

So who do I entertain myself by suspecting, since I don’t feel like believing that Dmitri did the deed? Well, Smerdyakov of course – he could be faking the epileptic fit that he, after all, predicted would happen down to the very circumstances that caused it. There’s no reason to believe he stayed in bed all night! Or it could have been Ivan, so conveniently gone, but having had the idea planted in his head by that same sniveling Smerdyakov. (An aside about Smerdyakov, my favorite sneering (possible) son of Karamazov – seriously guys, he just wants to escape to Moscow so that he can follow his dream and be a cook. What a bright, cute dream in this dank, dark Dostoevsky-en nightmare…!) I’m trying to think if the timeline works out for it to have been Grushenka. Unlikely – she was too busy running off on both her current lovers for her old one. Ooo, what about our other lovely heroin, Katerina? Didn’t we leave her in a state of hysterics bridging on madness…? Just guesses. Dostoevsky doesn’t give us, or perhaps just the limited imagination of me, much to go on.

I’m mildly jealous of those out there who know the outcome of it all, you fortunate ones who have finished the book already, or just anyone who has ever read it. ๐Ÿ™‚ I still have 261 pages to go before I find out all of the juicy details, among which are who’s theology will overcome all other arguments in the end – Ivan’s, or the Elder’s – and will we ever find out the identity of our narrator?

Thanks again to Bellezza for hosting this group read, and see you next Thursday for the conclusion of The Bros K.

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 17, 2010

Jesup Reading Marathon: Nights 3 & 4

With two more evenings spent at the library, my participation in the reading marathon came to an end. On Thursday and Friday night I headed over there after working from 8 in the morning at ONECS* until 3, and then at the movie theater from 3:45 until around 9:30. To my own astonishment I still managed to stay (mostly) awake for about 3 hours both nights, and I got through the third section of The Bros K, and read another 35 pages of the Perec. I’m still ecstatic over the Perec – it’s seriously wonderful. The third section of The Bros K was far more entertaining than the second, but I’m still finding the book as a whole somewhat underwhelming.

It was quieter at the library on Thursday, but busy again on Friday night. It was great to see people not only reading, but utilizing other library services like the computers and doing puzzles. I’m hoping that after seeing that people really appreciated the library being open at night, the director and board might be willing to consider keeping it open regularly in the evening – nothing outrageous, but at least until 8 or 9 on a few nights. It’s a great place to hang out, and people who have day jobs like me, who can’t get to the library during 10a.m.-5p.m. hours of operation would really appreciate some evening hours! We’ll see what happens. ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyway, since I love lists and stats, here’s my sum up of my four night reading marathon:

Total Hours: 16
Total pages: 471

Proust: 40 pages
Perec: 86 pages
Dostoevsky: 345 pages

I had some loose goals for the week, which I feel like I accomplished. I would have liked to have read more of Sodom and Gomorrah, but focusing on The Bros K was ultimately more useful, as I now have only the last 300 pages or so of that enormous tome. And now that I’ve pretty much moved out of town and back into the little cabin, far away from cable TV (and internet too…), I’ll have plenty of time to finish my April reading stack!

Jesup Memorial Library will be open until 5 o’clock today, at which time the reading marathon will officially end. I think it was highly successful, and a huge thanks to the librarians and our lovely director for organizing it. Happy National Library Week! ๐Ÿ™‚

*I’m tired of spelling this – Our New England Country Store – out, so it’s going to be ONECS from now on!

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 15, 2010

The Brothers Karamazov: Book Two

Bros Kby Fyodor Dostoevsky
translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky

I read this 160 page section in one sitting, on the first night of the reading marathon at Jesup Memorial Library. Was it just me, or did almost nothing happen for that entire 160 pages? Yes, Alyosha declares his (sudden) love for Lise, Ivan takes off for Moscow, and the Elder dies, but that could have been a matter of several pages. Instead, the monologues kicked into high gear, and wow, people talked. And talked. And talked.

The expansion of some of the book’s main themes was interesting at points, Ivan’s Grand Inquisitor speech was astonishing, a few funny characters made appearances (tell me you too had to giggle at Father Ferapont!) but whoa, slam on the breaks, full stop – what was all that about the Elder at the end of the section? The stuff about his life was pretty good, but did we really need the ‘Talks and Homilies’ too? I’m intrigued by the character, but didn’t find the last chapter very illuminating and besides, he dies, he exits the story…! Granted my eyes were literally going cross-eyed at this point, 2:00 in the morning and at the end of a 6 hour reading stint. ๐Ÿ™‚

I wasn’t able to work on my narrator questions because of the monologue heaviness of this section – he barely got a word in edgewise! I was pleased that Ivan spoke at such length though. What an interesting guy. He’s so disillusioned, and yet he clings to the idea that his youth will overcome anything – at least until he is 30. I like this bit:

“I want to live, and I do live, even if it be against logic. Though I do not believe in the order of things, still the sticky little leaves that come out in the spring are dear to me, the blue sky is dear to me, some people are dear to me, whom one loves sometimes, would you believe it, without even knowing why; some human deeds are dear to me, which one has perhaps long ceased believing in, but still honors with one’s heart, out of old habit…Sticky spring leaves, the blue sky – I love them, that’s all! Such things you love not with your mind, not with logic, but with your insides, your guts, you love your first young strength…”

Also interesting to me are Ivan’s thoughts about God, and how he doesn’t exactly not believe in God -‘ “It’s not God that I do not accept, you understand, it is this world of God’s, created by God, that I do not accept and cannot agree to accept.” ‘ Ivan’s rejection of a world where innocent children suffer, in the hope of future harmony, and his refusal to be himself, through his suffering and evil deeds, the manure for someone’s future harmony is especially gripping. It is fascinating to look at a person who has grown up and lived, steeped in specific religious beliefs, throw them away because they just don’t make sense. His whole being cannot accept the idea that when the end times come, such a scene as this will take place: ‘ “…the mother and the torturer whose hounds tore her son to pieces embrace each other, and all three cry out with tears: ‘Just art thou, O Lord’…” ‘ Not fair, not just, not possible in Ivan’s eyes for this mother to forgive, or even to have the right to forgive. It’s too high a price for harmony. And where is this hell, and where this harmony – where do the tormentors receive their just desserts and where do those who have suffered receive their reward? Ivan rejects it all, although his questions remain for the most part unanswered, and his head is a mess of fragmented ideas.

“It’s not that I don’t accept God…I just most respectfully return him the ticket.”

As if that’s not enough to keep Ivan awake at night, there’s the whole nightmare/vision of the Grand Inquisitor – which I feel entirely incapable of tackling this morning! Suffice it to say that I identify with Ivan’s religious struggle, and recognize his love for those sticky leaves that come out in the spring!

Alyosha continues to be the vessel that carries these stormy waters, the fellow who’s all ears when everyone else gets monologuing, and he’s a dear. Dmitri has momentarily disappeared, papa Karamazov nurses his broken head, the servant Smerdyakov goes about smirking, and most of the female characters in this section have hysterics of some sort. The plot has progressed only minimally, and I truly can’t imagine where the story will go from here. But I intend to find out! See you next Thursday for more from the Karamazovs. ๐Ÿ™‚

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 15, 2010

Jesup Reading Marathon: 2nd Night

After a successful group discussion about blogging at the library, where I spoke about my own experience and met and learned a lot from a very interesting fellow Bar Harbor blogger, Nicole, I settled in for another couple hours of reading. I had a bit of trouble staying awake – should have hit the caffeine but was too lazy to make more coffee…!

In 3 hours I read about 50 pages of Life A Users Manuel by Georges Perec, and 27 more pages of The Bros K. I roamed all over the library, reading upstairs on the balcony across from the biographies, and downstairs in my favorite corner in front of the big glass window, and finally up at the front desk when I officially went ‘on duty’ from midnight to one o’clock a.m. There were half a dozen people at the library the whole time I was there – the periodical room where I hung out the night before was full! That was awesome to see.

My next assignment, according to the library director, is to come up with something crazy to do for Banned Books Week in September! Plenty of time to think about that – more reading to be done tonight!

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 14, 2010

Jesup Reading Marathon: 1st Night

My participation in the reading marathon taking place at my local library this week is limited to evenings. It’s totally awesome that the library is open all night – fun to be there in a great silence interrupted by the strange sounds that old buildings make. Last night and into this morning there was always at least one other person there with me reading. In fact the sign up sheet for night shifts is full, so there actually should be someone in the library reading for the entire 103 hours!

I spent about 6 1/2 hours there, from 7:45 p.m. until 2:15 a.m. I read about 40 pages of Sodom and Gomorrah by Marcel Proust, and the entire 160 page second section of The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky for a total of 200 pages. Seems like hardly anything for that amount of time. I guess I was averaging less than 2 pages a minute – tough reading!! I’m really satisfied with what I accomplished though. ๐Ÿ™‚

It was great to focus on Sodom and Gomorrah for a chunk of time – I’ve been having trouble getting into it since my reading time has been so fragmented lately. Devoting some exclusive time to it allowed me to really dig in. While I’m not entranced by it, it’s definitely caught my interest again – I’ve actually laughed out loud a dozen times so far.

The second section of The Bros K was kind of a drag! But I made it through and will be discussing it tomorrow with everyone else involved in Bellezza’s group read.

Back to the library tonight for another reading stint! ๐Ÿ™‚

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 10, 2010

Movie Mayhem: Marchย 21st-31st

I’m not watching as many movies this month, due to hefty reading and moving house and working full time. However, I felt it was getting to be time to write something about the movies that have popped up here and there so far in April, and I realized that I totally forgot to wrap up my March movie watching escapades. Whoops! I’m off to the theater where I work to watch three French films in an hour, incidentally, so these will be quick reviews. ๐Ÿ™‚

The Invention of Lying – Ricky Gervais and Matthew Robinson – USA – 2009
Quirky, with a rather intriguing premise that is especially interesting to a lover of fiction like myself (in a world where everyone tells the truth, no one invents stories, they just retell absolutely true events…awful!) this movie proved to be much better than I had expected. Gervais, actor and writer and directer, is as always unpredictable!

The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day – Troy Duffy – USA – 2009
Not as good as the original, but still interesting and action packed, with a few one-liners that were hilarious. Amusing as always to see Maine’s own Bob Marley in his role as a Boston cop. ๐Ÿ™‚

The Men Who Stare At Goats – Grant Heslov – USA – 2009
Rather duller than I had anticipated, but a fun cast held it together – Ewan McGregor was especially entertaining in his role as the wide-eyed reporter who doesn’t know what a Jedi is…!

Shutter Island – Martin Scorcese – USA – 2010
Not my favorite Scorcese film (haven’t found a favorite yet actually), and not a particularly engaging film either. Suspenseful for a moment, until I figured out what was going on, then just an unfortunate muddle. The best scene was the one with Ted Levine, who played the Warden of the prison for psychos. His brief discussion about “men of violence” was chilling, and my eyes for that moment were glued to him. Love him in the TV show Monk, but I really must track down more of his work!

The Night of the Iguana – John Huston – USA – 1964
A very decent visualization of the book, with a great cast. I’ve already discussed it a bit here and since I’m pressed for time, I’ll leave it at that!

Whip It – Drew Barrymore – USA – 2009
Kudos to Drew Barrymore! This was a fun look into the world of roller derby, highly entertaining with an excellent cast. I liked Ellen Page as the teen who straps some rollerskates on and crashes towards glory, but it was Juliette Lewis as Iron Maiden, a rival roller derby queen, who (finally) rocked my world – definitely my favorite roll I’ve seen her in. Also loved Andrew Wilson, the lesser known brother of Owen and Luke Wilson, as the coach of Ellen Page’s team. ๐Ÿ™‚

2012 – Roland Emmerich – USA – 2009
This movie looked bad, but I really couldn’t comprehend that it would be as terrible as it really was. I only watched it in the end because Woody Harrelson was in it briefly as the crazy indie radio host who saw it all coming before anyone else. What can I take away from this movie? Only that when in a life threatening situation, your best bet is to keep close to John Cusack – as far as I can tell, he never dies in any movie he’s in, no matter how astonishingly slim the odds are. So that’s good.

Fantastic Mr Fox – Wes Anderson – USA – 2009
Very bizarre movie – I definitely need to read the book…! But I liked the weird pacing and the underhanded jokes. The animation style was awesome. Fun. ๐Ÿ™‚

Fish Tank – Andrea Arnold – UK – 2009
And definitely NOT fun, but a brilliant movie. Difficult to watch, more gut-wrenching than entertaining. A story about a girl with a terrible home situation trying to live as best as she can, and follow her dreams…but she’s awful, and she does horrible things, and it’s so, so sad. There were moments when I definitely could identify with her, even sympathize with her, but I never liked her. The hip-hop music throughout kept it vaguely tolerable, and as a movie that unflinchingly looks at real life, the ugly thing that it can be, it was very successful. A oddly satisfying film to me, since it did exactly what it wanted to, without compromising. No happy ending, only the barest sort of resolution. I left the movie feeling rocked, in the mood to pound several beers and celebrate that my life was so awesome comparatively! Of the movies I saw during the second half of March it is the only one I keep thinking about. Do I recommend it? Yeah, but it’s a tough one. Phew.

There you have it. Now I’m off to watch my French films, which are playing as part of the Tournees Festival. Have a great night everyone!

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 8, 2010

The Brothers Karamazov: Book One

brothers kby Fyodor Dostoevsky
translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky

Well, this has been interesting so far! Four men – father and sons – squabble over money and women, and in their free time wrestle with questions about God, morality, and free will. The action is jerky – passionate exchanges come to grinding stops when one character starts monologuing. At turns eye-crossingly dull, and mildly hilarious, The Brothers Karamazov is surprisingly engrossing.

I’m fascinated and puzzled by the writing style. The narrator is as much a character as anyone else in the story, and he’s not, as it were, an incredibly skilled writer! His often awkward sentence structure is what I’m finding the most amusing about the reading experience. This writer has all kinds of weird tics, and they add an odd sort of lightness to a fairly heavy story. The characters themselves, when they speak (at length) seem to have somewhat distinct voices, different from that of the narrator. In their introduction the translators claim that this narrator is definitely not Dostoevsky, and that he meant for the book to feel especially “written”. I would have to read something else by Dostoevsky in order to compare this, but for the moment it is somehow unsettling to find myself laughing over the bad writing found in this very famous book!

Moving on to things more specific to the first section (and sending up the SPOILER WARNING flag!)…

Father Karamazov – Fyodor Pavlovich – is a boorish man and often maddening, but his crazy speeches are quite astonishing. I’m finding him the most intriguing character so far. His sons are all nuts in their own way – what a nice little family! Dimitri and Alyosha seem fairly straightforward, but what is up with Ivan? That outrageous series of events at the monastery was one of the weirder scenes I’ve ever encountered, and all the foreshadowing is reminding me oddly of The Woman in White!

Plenty of philosophizing in this first section – the bit about Alyosha being a realist on p. 25 was interesting to me, and the whole question about whether there can be punishment for wrongdoing if there is no fear of eternal damnation (p. 64) or indeed any need to be virtuous at all if there is no immortality (p. 70). Not sure I agree with anyone in this book so far, but I’m willing to travel a bit further with them and their damn Karamazov “insect of sensuality”! We’ll see where this goes.

Thanks to Bellezza for hosting this read-along! I’m very curious to see what the reactions of the other participants are at this point. ๐Ÿ™‚

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | April 7, 2010

Reading For the Fun of It

too many booksI did some quick figuring just now. I am reading three books – The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Sodom and Gomorrah by Marcel Proust, and Life A Users Manuel by Georges Perec. Between these three books here are 1,858 pages. I intend to finish all of these books by the end of April. I have read about 310 pages of them. That leaves 1,548 pages. I have exactly three weeks left to finish them. Am I feeling overwhelmed right now? Erm…

Let’s add to this the fact that I am working full time already (I usually only do that in the height of summer!), and I am once again moving house. How can I even imagine a reality where I can finish these books in time??

Well actually, I’m feeling very relaxed about this situation. National Library Week has come to my rescue this month!

Back in January, when I had tons of free time and I was volunteering for close to 8 hours a week at Jesup Memorial Library, I helped the librarians come up with some ideas for how to celebrate National Library Week (April 11th-17th). I suggested doing a Reading Marathon of course! I explained a little bit about how they work in my experience, and then crossed my fingers and hoped that The Board would approve something. I was imagining perhaps an event that lasted a business day – the regular hours of operation of the library. Or perhaps even a 24 hour period, with the library magically staying open all night.

I had to go back to work soon after, my opportunities to volunteer diminished severely, and I lost touch with the planning situation for National Library Week. I was astonished and thrilled when I went to Jesup most recently, to pick up The Brothers K, and saw a little stack of papers at the desk that were proclaiming, “Jesup Library Open for Reading 24 hours/day April 13-17“. It’s a wild and crazy reading marathon, and it starts at 10 a.m. on Tuesday and goes straight through until 5 p.m. on Saturday – the library will be open non-stop as long as they have someone there reading – a potential 103 hours! Extra comfy chairs will be brought into the periodical room, coffee will be provided, and tidy snacks are allowed. There are no prizes, no fundraising, no records at stake – just a chance to read a little extra, for the fun of it.

Totally amazing. I am stoked. I plan to be there as much as possible (as much of all night as I can, while still getting a little sleep so that I can work the next day!!), and I am positive now that I will bust through the remaining 1,548 pages of my reading stash with no problem. ๐Ÿ™‚

As if that excitement is not enough, in addition, Jesup is doing a program on blogging during NLW, and I’ve been invited to answer questions about how I got involved (obsessed?) and especially how I found my way into the book blogging world. If I have the opportunity to name names, do any of you, my friends and fellow bloggers, mind being mentioned?

A final word on those three fat books of mine: Loving the Perec, laughing at the Dostoevsky, and actually having a little bit of trouble with Proust… – but essentially having a blast with my reading choices for April!

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | March 28, 2010

The Nightย ofย theย Iguana

Iguanaby Tennessee Williams

As you can perhaps gather from my unabashedly late-to-the-party posting, I’m embracing the ‘non-structured’ aspect of this group read! I actually didn’t feel that I could write about the book until I had also seen John Huston’s re-visioning of it. I felt that I needed to hear the words of the play spoken and see the emotions of the characters running amuck across their faces, before I could summon up a reaction to the work.

I was somewhat underwhelmed by the play. I find plays difficult to read in general, because I can never reach full submersion. I’m constantly jarred out of the experience by the stage directions, and often feel that the conversations are overly…dramatic…? Granted, my exploration of the format is limited, and I definitely find most plays compelling once they are staged.

The Night of the Iguana, with it’s exploration of human connection and the dark side of conflicted souls, was certainly interesting, but I didn’t connect to it. Even in it’s cinematic form, which I thought was excellently realized and brilliantly acted, I didn’t find myself being drawn in. I couldn’t bring myself to care about what happened to defrocked Rev. Shannon, or self-labeled New England spinster Hannah. I didn’t like Maxine at all in the play, although I do have to admit that the screen version of her, played by gorgeous Ava Gardner, was far more compelling. I was abundantly relieved that the horribly healthy German family were left out of the film entirely, but the Mexican boys with their incessant maracas were equally annoying!

There are some ideas in the play that in other forms have resonate with me, but I had such trouble staying focused on the play that I feel like I can not give them proper thought. From my quick scan through some of the other posts on the book, it is obvious that there is much to discuss, so I’ll trot around to those posts in the next few days and get in on it. I’m just having difficulty collecting my own thoughts!

I do very much like this bit of philosophy offered up by Hannah – the something to believe in that she’s discovered:

‘ “Broken gates between people so they can reach each other, even if it’s just for one night only.” ‘

And I do want to discuss the ending of the play compared to the ending of the movie, and what Shannon says about God playing God. I felt like Huston was being a little too tidy with his ending… Thoughts?

Thanks to Frances for picking this one. I’m glad to have my first Tennessee Williams under my belt, and in spite of the fact that I didn’t love this play, I think I’ll try some more in the future. I am very excited to continue this ‘non-structured’ journey with my fellow readers and bloggers. Next up, Richard’s first pick – Life A User’s Manual by Georges Perec!

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