Last Week in the Rearview
Watched the Bill Murray movie “Rushmore”, which really wasn’t all that funny. It strains credibility that a director decided to cast Murray in a comedy while making him the straight man. Seriously he had no funny lines. The funny guy was a 22-year old playing a 15-year old (who happened to have a 14-year old pal played by a 7-year old).
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I read way too much this week. I got pachydermed by print, waylaid by words, festooned by fustians. Some endless New Yorker fictional piece by a fictional Bosnian poet. It all led to an overwhelming desire to drink Waylon Jennings Beer and listen to St. Pauli Girl’s “Good-hearted Woman”. I was more than ready for weekened.
Steph is sick and the winter feels claustrophobic. Oh for the memory of Thompson’s Water Seal on the wood swing back in the summer. It feels a million years ago already. Or reading Fischer’s history of New England folkways on the front porch. Or running in the Labor Day rainstorm.
The most enjoyable reading was a pleasant couple o' hours yesterday with William F. Buckley's "Getting it Right", a novel about the tensions between the Birchers and Randians in the early conservative movement.
Novels like his are a tonic to deeper stuff (which tends to be depressing), or the lighter stuff (which tends to be overly peppered with forced jovialities).
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