|Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy|
Recently John and I watched a wonderful documentary on Christopher Isherwood and his 30+ year relationship with Don Bachardy--who was 30 years his junior. A seemingly implausible May-December relationship that is not only fascinating but often touching. Imagine being 18 and tooling around with a famous author who knows the likes Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, W.H. Auden, Somerset Maugham, E.M. Forster. If you have any interest in Isherwood or are interested in a love story about a fascinating, artistic couple, this is one to rent.
Seen on the Subway
I haven't done a Seen on the Subway post recently. I just haven't been paying much attention. I did, however, see a woman on the bus reading a Tove Janssen book in what appeared to be its original language. That was not quite as rare and surprising as the giant dreadlocked man (about 6'5") in surgical scrubs unabashedly reading a bodice-ripping romance novel.
After finishing Miss Buncle's Book I had decided I needed to place another Persephone order. But before I got a chance to do so, Persephone sent out an email offering a free copy of A Fortnight in September if you buy three or more books. Plus their prices are going up soon. So I ordered twelve more titles--including the next Buncle book. I already have a copy of Fortnight so I will have to come up with some kind of give away for my free copy.
The Man Booger Prize
I wish I had a dime for ever shortlist post I will see in the coming weeks.
Legos are expensive
I recently broke down and bought a couple of Lego sets. I hadn't played with them for decades and decided it would fun to do so again. Stupid me didn't look at the prices until I bought them. Sheesh. It was fun putting them together, but holy moly they cost a lot.
I thoroughly enjoyed The Art of the Novella challenge in August, but I am on an extended hangover from all that sturm und drang. I am on my third Persephone title in a row. I think when I finish this one I might be ready for something else. I should probably go to the opposite extreme and finish the second 600 pages of The Count of Monte Cristo which have been languishing since we got back from Maine.