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Still in haste
Oct. 22nd, 2003 09:06 amStill confined to internet cafés, or, this morning, to the business center of a hotel. Fortunately, there are no impatient Japanese travellers waiting behind me. They'd make my guilt reflex kick in.
I read the recent articles about Chaplin in Sight and Sound. Oh, if only my trusty laptop weren't broken down. Once I kidnap my father's laptop, which will be soon, I'll probably write about Chaplin myself. Ever since I went to a class about silent movies way back when I was still at the university, I fell in love and was lucky enough to see several of the films the way they were meant to be watched, on the big screen. But you can't write longer texts in a café or a business center.
Meanwhile, here's another review of Sylvia:
http://www.alternet.org/story.html?StoryID=16974
This one is by Diane Middlebrock, who wrote the recently published Her Husband about the Plath/Hughes marriage. Her review is more mixed than the others, but she brings up some interesting points, for example that Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes were actually a far less conventional couple for their time than the movie can show, time-sharing taking care of the babies and household duties so that one of them (Plath) could write in the morning and one of them (Hughes) in the evening. Sounds just like common sense, but wasn't that usual in the late 50s and early 60s, alas.
Speaking of marriages, these last months quite a lot of people have heard about American diplomat Joseph Wilson, who went to Nigeria to investigate the supposed attempt by Iraq to buy nuclear material there, came back reporting that he had found this hadn't been the case, was soundly ignored, wrote a scathing article about it in the NY Times and then had his wife outed as an CIA agent. Here's the newest on that affair:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/usa/story/0,12271,1068124,00.html
I read the recent articles about Chaplin in Sight and Sound. Oh, if only my trusty laptop weren't broken down. Once I kidnap my father's laptop, which will be soon, I'll probably write about Chaplin myself. Ever since I went to a class about silent movies way back when I was still at the university, I fell in love and was lucky enough to see several of the films the way they were meant to be watched, on the big screen. But you can't write longer texts in a café or a business center.
Meanwhile, here's another review of Sylvia:
http://www.alternet.org/story.html?StoryID=16974
This one is by Diane Middlebrock, who wrote the recently published Her Husband about the Plath/Hughes marriage. Her review is more mixed than the others, but she brings up some interesting points, for example that Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes were actually a far less conventional couple for their time than the movie can show, time-sharing taking care of the babies and household duties so that one of them (Plath) could write in the morning and one of them (Hughes) in the evening. Sounds just like common sense, but wasn't that usual in the late 50s and early 60s, alas.
Speaking of marriages, these last months quite a lot of people have heard about American diplomat Joseph Wilson, who went to Nigeria to investigate the supposed attempt by Iraq to buy nuclear material there, came back reporting that he had found this hadn't been the case, was soundly ignored, wrote a scathing article about it in the NY Times and then had his wife outed as an CIA agent. Here's the newest on that affair:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/usa/story/0,12271,1068124,00.html
