Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Innocent Secretary...Accidentally Pregnant (Harlequin Presents)
Timewarp titles...

Just been looking at the series romance section in the new issue of RT Book Reviews....the Harlequin Presents titles always make me laugh when they're not making me wonder if the editors are stuck in the 1970s. Who reads this stuff? :)

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Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters
I've been reading the new book Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters by Marilyn Monroe and it is pretty heartbreaking to look at at times...It's clear from the photocopies of her original handwritten notes (with the typeset versions on the opposite side) that her mind was a very crowded place and that she felt and thought about things far more deeply than even a die-hard fan could have ever imagined.

Reading her private thoughts feels invasive...like I should look away. And like there's also this inexplicable wish that someone special and sincere in her life could have been able to truly understand and protect her...see that she wanted to be far more than just a dumb blond. (An interviewer supposedly laughed at her when she said she would love to play the part of Grushenka from The Brothers Karamazov.)
I Love My Hair!
As someone who was teased mercilessly as a child about her out-of-control kinky, curly hair I've got to say that I would have LOVED to have seen this as a little girl:


http://news.yahoo.com/video/world-15749633/sesame-street-teaches-self-esteem-22512445

I know there have been some mixed reactions to this video gone completely viral in the past few days, but I see it as something great for girls' self-esteem and its heart is definitely in the right place!!

Monday, October 18, 2010

The New York Stories of Henry James (New York Review Books Classics)Way We Live Now (The Modern Library Classics)
I'm currently reading The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope and love the way so many of the things it tackles still apply now. I love Trollope AND I love Henry James and each is so different than the other. I "googled" their names together to see if anyone has ever written about both of them in the same article and this is what I found...wish it were full text:

The Henry James Review

Volume 27, Number 1, Winter 2006

E-ISSN: 1080-6555 Print ISSN: 0273-0340
DOI: 10.1353/hjr.2006.0005
Michie, Elsie B. (Elsie Browning), 1948-
The Odd Couple: Anthony Trollope and Henry James
The Henry James Review - Volume 27, Number 1, Winter 2006, pp. 10-23

The Johns Hopkins University Press


"The Odd Couple: Anthony Trollope and Henry James" reads the two authors as a literary version of the famous television odd couple, with James a fastidious Felix Unger reacting with disgust but also attraction to Trollope, a self-consciously messy and vulgar Oscar Madison. James's disgust is articulated most powerfully in his early reviews of Trollope, but the terms of those reviews and the details of James's novels suggest that he found in Trollope's The Prime Minister a touchstone against which to work out the plots of Washington Square and The Portrait of a Lady.
Anthems For A Seventeen Year Old GirlAnthems For A Seventeen Year Old Girl
I love the song "Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl" by Broken Social Scene...last night I was driving home (late at night when all the dashboard lights and quiet music on in the car calms me so much) listening to the Scott Pilgrim soundtrack when BSS's song caught me by surprise. I didn't know it was on the soundtrack and hadn't heard it in a while and my breath caught in my throat the way it does when you're crazy about a song you think you only know about (more in a special "intimate" way than in a smug, selfish way).

I love the slightly whispery electronic, coldly distant (but still sad) sound to the singing voice and the lyrics, oh the lyrics!!

Used to be the one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make-up on
And you're not coming back


Bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under your breath
Bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under my window

Park that car, drop that phone,
Sleep on the floor, dream about me

Used to be the one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make-up on
And you're not coming back 



There really is something about being seventeen (not sixteen, not eighteen, but seventeen!) that feels deserving of an anthem, like if you survive that age, you've earned your battle scars and can get through anything yet to come. Seventeen can be such a vulnerable age, whether you're going through a period of self-doubt, confusion, that hard-hitting bout of first love....puberty is usually associated with struggling to get through hard times, but I always thought seventeen was the age that really came at you with a vengeance.