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Apr. 21st, 2003 08:44 pmSo believe it or not I'm gonna watch Everwood in 15 minutes. This is largely because Ephram is marvelously sullen, and Colin has moles. Me, I have a new hat. But hang on. Different pants.
Because I left Kushner's Homebody/Kabul in G's car, I finished Yael Hedaya's Housebroken today. More on this later, after I try and figure out whether it's just this book that's brilliant or whether I've found a new love in the Israeli avant-garde.
I'm reading Anthony Minghella's screenplay for The English Patient. It's better than my screenplay. That's all I know so far. The guy with yoke and the fez, glass bottles hanging off the yoke on different lengths of twine, clanging like windchimes, Minghella says, "he could be an angel." See. I gotta remember that.
Gail's watching Jeremiah for me. I watched Now and Again last night on SFC and recalled what a terrific show that was. Not really so different from any of those other one-man-band sci-fi shows (First Wave, Invisible Man, Pretender, John Doe, what's that one with the newspaper?) that seem to be a genre unto themselves, with the sandy-haired reluctant hero entrusted with superhuman power, an identity crisis, and an altruistic need to save the world -- except Now and Again has SINGING. Anyway, that made it better, for me. Though what it really needs is ZOMBIES...
Hedaya writes in clean, simple, SVO prose. No navel-gazing, as Katherine says in The English Patient, "I wanted to meet the man who could write such a long paper with so few adjectives." Housebroken is in translation, and I can only guess that that kind of prose style works as well in Hebrew. In English it's just mindblowingly good. The first two novellas are better than the third, the first being one of the best things I've ever read ever. That whole thing where you get to know the characters in the spaces between the stilted dialogue. In the frail gestures. That's why I want to know if it's an Israeli thing. Mm?
Still, probably explains why I only want to read plays now.
Cats are staring at one another. Yah! Everwood! Gotta go.
Because I left Kushner's Homebody/Kabul in G's car, I finished Yael Hedaya's Housebroken today. More on this later, after I try and figure out whether it's just this book that's brilliant or whether I've found a new love in the Israeli avant-garde.
I'm reading Anthony Minghella's screenplay for The English Patient. It's better than my screenplay. That's all I know so far. The guy with yoke and the fez, glass bottles hanging off the yoke on different lengths of twine, clanging like windchimes, Minghella says, "he could be an angel." See. I gotta remember that.
Gail's watching Jeremiah for me. I watched Now and Again last night on SFC and recalled what a terrific show that was. Not really so different from any of those other one-man-band sci-fi shows (First Wave, Invisible Man, Pretender, John Doe, what's that one with the newspaper?) that seem to be a genre unto themselves, with the sandy-haired reluctant hero entrusted with superhuman power, an identity crisis, and an altruistic need to save the world -- except Now and Again has SINGING. Anyway, that made it better, for me. Though what it really needs is ZOMBIES...
Hedaya writes in clean, simple, SVO prose. No navel-gazing, as Katherine says in The English Patient, "I wanted to meet the man who could write such a long paper with so few adjectives." Housebroken is in translation, and I can only guess that that kind of prose style works as well in Hebrew. In English it's just mindblowingly good. The first two novellas are better than the third, the first being one of the best things I've ever read ever. That whole thing where you get to know the characters in the spaces between the stilted dialogue. In the frail gestures. That's why I want to know if it's an Israeli thing. Mm?
Still, probably explains why I only want to read plays now.
Cats are staring at one another. Yah! Everwood! Gotta go.
