used media purchased/consumed week of 8/6/2005
Night of the Hunter: Like combining Flannery O’Connor/Sherwood Anderson with the old-new bad kind of Hollywood thriller (a crazy person is trying to do crazy things!), except with Robert Mitchum having like a 40 point 40 rebound game in the middle of it, despite not really acting so much as talking funny and screaming like a girl or a female animal anyway. and no, it was not viewed at the Grant Park outdoor thingthing, it was rented on the same night as the outdoor thingthing. Even though said outdoor showing was free. Goooooo movies.
Cakes and Ale W. Somerset Maugham
My stated position on early 20th c. English social drama/satire is that I like it, even though it’s probably corroding the wiring in my brain. I maintain icegrill for Point Counter Point, which i read so long ago I can’t remember what i liked about it other than the dissolute novelist dickhead character winning in the end, and Evelyn Waugh’s collected a-sides; everything else i previously would have tasted and then spit into a bucket. i will now look in the bucket.
Giovanni’s Room James Baldwin
What are the odds that there would be a very famous and acclaimed author and medium famous all-star starting pitcher (well, technically an all-star) in the same half-century and they would both be haunted-looking black guys? In my experience, the odds are pretty good. Anyway, I’ve been meaning to read more James Baldwin since I wrote a 10page paper about “Sonny’s Blues” five years ago, and owning the book and dusting it from time to time is a lot like reading it.
The Complete Plays of Aristophanes
500 Plays (a book of plot summaries and contextulations of um, 500 plays)
Four Great Plays by Chekhov
The Soul of a New Machine
Farewell My Lovely
American Dreams: Lost and Found Studsworth Terkel
Why not. Dude graduated from law school in 1932 or some shit like that. Also, this book cost 25 cents, so, well, why not. U of C pride, need to get toes wet in Terkel oeuvre, etc.
Prometheus Bound and Other Plays
Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets
Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter Vargas Llosa
Only purchased it because well, i want to read it, two because i was thumbing through it and a bookmark fell out and it was a deposit slip from the checkbook of mary schmich. which i am going to sell Luis gonzalez’s gum-style on eBay.
The Razor’s Edge
The Counterlife, Phillip Roth
One more chance after Zuckerman Unbound and <goodbye Columbus and the shared agony of watching the bqa get through Portnoy’s Complaint. My snap take on P. Roth circa this spring’s foray with Zuckerman is that Maxim :: Playboy as Roth :: Bellow, and that Saul Bellow is also much better. I stand by this because, if these two Jewish-American writers of mostly autobiographical novels were turned into magazines, Saul Bellow would certainly have nudity (is there anything funnier than Saul Bellow having a raging libido. it makes sense, in addition to is funny, in Augie March and gets kind of tiresome when it’s Moses Herzog then comes back and is awesome again by the time Charlie Citrine is the guy) and Philip Roth would have more gadget reviews but maybe less actual nipple, which is whatever as far as you know, softcore porn goes, but the thing is, I don’t like Maxim or Playboy all that much, but I do like Saul Bellow, and I don’t like Philip Roth (before you tell me about non-philip roth based philip roth books, be advised that those are for different stuff later. But they both probably belong mostly in the bucket, on account of having diarrhea profundis of the typewriter.
The New Journalism (ugliest cover design ever; looks like a book designed by VH1)
Parliament of Whores
total price paid for all of these books: $5.00. oh word.