gone fishing
Not that this blog has been terribly active lately, but if I don't resond to e-mails for a few days, it's because I'm taking a mini vacation.
I read too much, watch too many movies, and think far too much about politics... All of which means that in my daily life I'm bouncing between odd points of interest from moment to moment in a sort of cosmic pinball machine. So save yourself a little time--I'll cull these experiences for the best bits and present them here for your edification and amusement. Adam - July 2004
Not that this blog has been terribly active lately, but if I don't resond to e-mails for a few days, it's because I'm taking a mini vacation.
[Yahoo] Bush to undergo 'routine' colonoscopy
My favorite African American, secular conservative is always worth
An aging American tycoon of Scottish decent has long wished to purchase the home of his ancestors, the castle Old House of Fear on the remote Carnglass Island. Finally receiving a favorable sign from the island’s occupants, he sends a resourceful employee, Hugh Logan, to negotiate on his behalf. Logan’s journey is far more difficult than he expected, and he finds himself either blocked or pursued at every turn. Eventually he reaches the island only to land in a hornet’s nest of political conspiracy and bizarre threats from occult quarters.
I've had the pleasure of reading Jeffrey Overstreet's wonderful fantasy novel, Auralia's Colors, a few months ahead of time (it'll hit stores in September). In some ways it strikes me as a fantasy answer to Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451. In other ways, it's just its own animal--lots of fun, and full of unexpected surprises. Anyway, Auralia's web site is now looking pretty snazzy, what with providing access to the world's map and the novel's first chapter. Check it out...
Bret Lott’s first book of stories, the 1989 collection A Dream of Old Leaves, is one of best volumes of literary stories that I’ve read in some time. It is a very small book filled with brief stories: 14 stories in 138 pages. Nearly all of the stories focus on the daily life of the nuclear family, viewing this basic building block of society by way of unexpected, but affectionate, angles.
I’m taking my disused Never Gonna Read It Award out of virtual storage and awarding it this month to Frank Schaeffer and his book Crazy for God: How I Helped Found the Religious Right and Ruin America.
Thanks to my buddy Chris for sending this along...
I’ve finally gotten around to experiencing my first “Politically Incorrect Guide,” a series of books--cultural correctives, really--put out by Regnery Publishing. I was a tad skeptical going in, worried that this modern, reactionary conservative scholarship might not be up to a standard I could live with. But what a nice surprise to be proved wrong!
It looks like we may finally be getting the complete Twin Peaks DVD set, including the pilot episode, around Halloween time:
Danish actor Nicolas Bro borrows a camera from his director friend Christopher Boe to film his own life over the course of the year. However, the filming immediately becomes an obsession, driving away his wife (Lene Maria Christensen) and friends. In the end, Bro loses his mind, commits an unspeakable crime, and disappears.
“Cinema is the ultimate pervert art. It doesn’t give you what you desire; it tells you how to desire.”
This is pretty fascinating: a harsh critique of the American Left by one of the more leftist magazines out there:
As much as I enjoy Cormac McCarthy or Kazuo Ishiguro, et cetera, I am getting more and more weary of the trend of the past half century (or more) toward fashionable cynicism in literary fiction. It really starts to wear on one after awhile. And because of this, authors like Mark Helprin and John Gardner are a necessary (and rare) antidote. Gardner in particular was a big champion of non-cynical literature, as seen in nearly all of his work--but some of my favorite examples are stories like "The Art of Living" and "John Napper Sailing Through the Universe." Or take that beautiful and simple moment at the end of Nickel Mountain when little Jimmy responds to his father's declaration of love with "Well I don't love you" and Henry is able to let the moment pass with great wisdom, perspective, and not a trace of anger, saying only: "Poor dreamer."
In Lake of Fire, Tony Kaye gives a very few seconds of screen time to a single intellectual pro-lifer: Nat Hentoff. The catch is that when Kaye brings Hentoff back later in the film--again for only a few seconds--we see that Kaye chose Hentoff because he seriously deviates from most other pro-life intellectuals. That is, Hentoff is a liberal who considers most of the pro-life movement to be hypocritical because they are also pro-death penalty, pro-Second Amendment, and pro-military.