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I am in favour of book clubs. After a convivial evening, the loot (as in new books to read) included Across A Nightingale Floor and the new Haruki Murakami. Since these are book club books and circulate back to members when I've finished with them, they gratifyingly fail to place further strain on my already event-horizon bookshelf crisis. There are, as they say, no actual down sides. I'm not sure about Nightingale Floor, I enjoyed it but it was a bit Barry Hugart without the humour... I'll be interested to see what the other two in the series are like.
Also, in pursuance of my highly accomplished work avoidance, saw Closer last night. Infidelity still a bit close to the bone, I have to say. I thought it was a very good film, but depressing. Deeply. Despite lovely touches of humour in the script. Excellent cast, too. Shall take self off to see The Invincibles, by way of mitigation, sometime soon.
Cape Town, in time-honoured parlance, continues hot. I seem to be existing on salads, infrequently. Take one per day, in fact. Have also just rendered self extremely damp and grubby by carting bucketloads of water all over the garden. On the up hand, with this twice a week, who needs a gym? On the down side, it isn't enough: the plane tree is losing leaves and the smaller trees along the wall are drooping. I think we may lose them to this heat.
Did you know that Manic Street Preachers cover "You're too good to be true"? Not to mention "Raindrops keep falling on my head" and a joyous little ditty called "Take the Skinheads Bowling", which, I was enchanted to discover, originated with an eighties band rejoicing - and I mean rejoicing - in the name Camper Van Beethoven. My experience of the 80s appears to have been woefully sheltered. Hell, I know my experience of the 80s was woefully sheltered.
Amount of work done today: nil. Spent yesterday wading through screeds of photocopies on mass culture, and have come to the conclusion that my research is out of date. Am trying to flog self into going up to the library and repairing that, or at least making a decent stab at a database search which will inform me that UCT doesn't have any of the really up-to-date stuff. Sigh.
Off to watch Much Ado About Nothing now, at Maynardville open-air theatre. Never let it be said that I neglect important cultural wossnames.
Also, in pursuance of my highly accomplished work avoidance, saw Closer last night. Infidelity still a bit close to the bone, I have to say. I thought it was a very good film, but depressing. Deeply. Despite lovely touches of humour in the script. Excellent cast, too. Shall take self off to see The Invincibles, by way of mitigation, sometime soon.
Cape Town, in time-honoured parlance, continues hot. I seem to be existing on salads, infrequently. Take one per day, in fact. Have also just rendered self extremely damp and grubby by carting bucketloads of water all over the garden. On the up hand, with this twice a week, who needs a gym? On the down side, it isn't enough: the plane tree is losing leaves and the smaller trees along the wall are drooping. I think we may lose them to this heat.
Did you know that Manic Street Preachers cover "You're too good to be true"? Not to mention "Raindrops keep falling on my head" and a joyous little ditty called "Take the Skinheads Bowling", which, I was enchanted to discover, originated with an eighties band rejoicing - and I mean rejoicing - in the name Camper Van Beethoven. My experience of the 80s appears to have been woefully sheltered. Hell, I know my experience of the 80s was woefully sheltered.
Amount of work done today: nil. Spent yesterday wading through screeds of photocopies on mass culture, and have come to the conclusion that my research is out of date. Am trying to flog self into going up to the library and repairing that, or at least making a decent stab at a database search which will inform me that UCT doesn't have any of the really up-to-date stuff. Sigh.
Off to watch Much Ado About Nothing now, at Maynardville open-air theatre. Never let it be said that I neglect important cultural wossnames.
