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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Was sent first reviews of French film adaptation of True Enough. (La Verite Ou Presque) Both extremely good.

http://www.sortiz.com/article.asp?rubrique=cinema&sousrubrique=sorties&num=3219®ion= http://www.dvdrama.com/news.php?21374

Although always possible Iím just reading around the criticism and translating in the most favourable and undeserved way. Very pleasant, even so. Will leave on September 2 for premieres in Lyon and then Paris. Clothes? Moot point since experience of Object of My Affection premiere proved no one really looks in direction of based-on-the-novel-by. Airplane ticket problem finally resolved. Production company thought I was insisting on two First- Class tickets to Paris. Which would have been nice, but highly unlikely since self-esteem doesnít even venture into Business Class.

In doldrums of humid midsummer. Churning out pages of new novel, but occasionally lose the thread of what itís about (Plot? Whatís that again?) and then sink into despair about the whole enterprise. I keep thinking it would all be easier if I murdered a character on the first page.

Play postponed until spring. Better timing because of teaching and movie opening, but postponements always nervous-making. On the plus side, another opportunity to rewrite ending. Whole project feels like slowly evolving/emerging sculpture. Hopefully not one carved out ofÖcheese

Posted by Stephen @ 01:54 PM EST

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The problem with reading good books is that thereís no guilt attached to the amount of time spent immersed in them. When one ought to be writing or, letís say, attending to income tax problems. With trash or the lurid, self-pitying memoir, I can at least crank up enough self-hatred to put it aside from time to time.

Current literary crisis involves Henry James and no doubt fleeting return of ability to concentrate on literature (versus lurid, self-pitying memoir) for more than 1 page at a time.

Inspired by Alice Seboldís op ed piece in the NY Times, M. decided to reread The Portrait of a Lady. Havenít reread in decades myself and remember only the opening sceneóthe outdoor room at tea timeóand being attracted to Ralph Touchettís wry invalidism. Envied M. his pleasure in the novel and his daybed, draped in rugs and covered with pillows, tucked into shady corner of porch overlooking garden and, in the distance, the ocean.

Began rereading and, despite lack of daybed, porch, and garden, cannot put it down. Witty dialogue, money, large houses, pending disaster all make for perfect summer reading. Will occasionally read a line that pulls me back to first reading in my twenties. Hard to imagine what I made of it back then. Eyesight worse now, but insight improved. Certainly have deeper understanding now. Even if I really should be taking care of income tax problems.

Posted by Stephen @ 04:14 PM EST

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