Saturday, July 18, 2009

PET AIRWAYS--what a wonderful concept--How Fun

Thank you to my friend, Sylvia Grossberg, for this.

Here's a new airline for pets: "Welcome to Pet Airways, a pet-only airline dedicated to pet-friendly travel.

With Pet Airways, your pet will be safe and comfortable flying in the main cabin --- not in cargo!

Give your pet a first-class travel experience today!"

This is legit.....I kid you not! How wonderful! My "Wallis" (jack russell) would terrorize the aircraft and destroy everything in sight but my sweet little "Chips" would, I think, be quite delighted to fly. How about your "kids"?

The animals depart from pet lounges and there are even air hostesses! The rates are reasonably reasonable ($149-$299).

Watch the youtube video commercial:




Here's the route map and the aircraft (Beech 1900) . For more information visit their website at www.petairways.com

I love ELEPHANTS--here's a photo or two to make your Saturday


Bruce Chambers / Orange County Register / ZUMA

Life on the Road
An elephant walks off the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey train in Anaheim, California, where the circus will perform at the city's Honda Center arena. (Photo from Time Pictures of the week)

China Daily / Reuters


Wow
A woman takes a stroll with a bichon frise and a poodle, both colored with various dyes on a street in Wuhan, China. (Photo from Time Pictures of the week)

Friday, July 17, 2009

THE SINGING REVOLUTION-documentary film about the liberation of a nation, Estonia--through singing

Continuing with my love for choral music, I should talk about another documentary that we watched recently which was titled THE SINGING REVOLUTION. The film tells the story of the tiny Soviet Union country of Estonia, who managed to win their independence without guns or tanks or bombs. Their weapon was their voices. The collective singing of a million people set them free from the Soviet Union and led to the eventual crumbling of the entire Soviet Union.

From the website for the documentary (click here to visit the singing revolution)
"Most people don’t think about singing when they think about revolutions. But song was the weapon of choice when, between 1987 and 1991, Estonians sought to free themselves from decades of Soviet occupation. During those years, hundreds of thousands gathered in public to sing forbidden patriotic songs and to rally for independence.

'The young people, without any political party, and without any politicians, just came together ... not only tens of thousands but hundreds of thousands ... to gather and to sing and to give this nation a new spirit,' remarks Mart Laar, a Singing Revolution leader featured in the film and the first post-Soviet Prime Minister of Estonia. 'This was the idea of the Singing Revolution.'

James Tusty and Maureen Castle Tusty’s The Singing Revolution tells the moving story of how the Estonian people peacefully regained their freedom--and helped topple an empire along the way."

This film demonstrates the power of music and singing. We got it on NetFlix.......you won't be disappointed.

Here's the trailer:

Thursday, July 16, 2009

CONSPIRARE--A Company of Voices IN CONCERT--heavenly beautiful choral music

I was on facebook (grudgingly--it is rather a silly venue to me) the other day just to get caught up on messages. One of my friends sent me one of those tests that you take to reveal yourself. It was an interview......it was an eternal interview which wouldn't end which seems to me to be metaphoric of facebook.

One of the questions that I had to answer really made me pause, though. Still does. So I thought I'd post on it here (I don't know if this was the exact question):

Which would you most regret losing? a. Sight b. Sound

I know, all of us immediately would say, "Neither, thank you." Stupid question we all agree (as were most of the facebook interview questions). But, that wasn't an option....there was no "c." So I sat there in that "Groundhog Day" (another one of my favorite movies ever) moment in that eternal facebook interview and really had to think. I love two things in the world more than anything really. I love reading and I love music. Most of my life has been integrally wrapped up with these two passions, in one way or another.

I really couldn't decide........the visceral experience of reading and the meditative qualities it has are so singular and special to me that I couldn't imagine not being able to experience that ever again. But every time I listen to music I become spiritual almost (it's probably the only time that I am ever spiritual). Music does that to me.

So, I've really been thinking about that question since then.....what if I really had to lose one of my two most favorite things (the third would be food and the fourth would be vodka)? I finally came to a decision.

I would regret losing sound more. While I wouldn't wish it, I could imagine living without ever seeing blue sky again. But the thought of never hearing another song seems too unbearable, too utterly desolate and lonely.

Growing up, I loved singing and I sang in choirs for most of my school years. I developed a love for choral music as a result which has lasted my lifetime. There is nothing more amazingly vibrant and spiritual than standing in the middle of a bunch of other choristers singing a beautiful song. Something happens and your voice blends with the other voices and it becomes this living breathing thing. There is this remarkable vibration (I'm not talking new age here) or wave that happens. It doesn't happen often. It usually happens after intense rehearsals, after voices learn to blend with each other, but when it does there is nothing better in the world to experience, period. I mean NOTHING better.

So one of my many musical interests and passions is choral music. Over the years we've collected recordings and attended concerts periodically. Last Christmas Eve we were listening to a concert on NPR (I adore NPR) by a choir called, CONSPIRARE, and I literally started crying it was just so magnificent and beautiful. All these years arguably one the very best choral group in the world has been singing away and I've just learned about them!


CONSPIRARE is, I believe, a musical term which means "to breathe" or something like that. The group is a professional choral group based out of Austin and is led by the most appealing, engaging dude, Craig Hella Johnson. His beauty is not just external. It is his intelligence and passion for his music that makes him even more appealing.

CONSPIRARE is really one of the preeminent professional vocal groups in the world. What I find so impressive and attractive about the group is that they incorporate all sorts of music into their repertoire. They also do rock songs, cover songs, jazz, spiritual stuff of non-traditional choral music that I think is unique and wonderful.

I have yet to see them live in concert. But I love listening to their music. When I first started this blog I couldn't find any video footage on CONSPIRARE to post on them. But I finally found some great clips that I think will illustrate just how amazingly beautiful their music is and how very special choral music can be.

The first clip is a short (2min) interview with conductor Craig Johnson which a good introduction to the group.

Craig Hella Johnson on Conspirare from KLRU / Conspirare on Vimeo.

The second video, is a short (10min) clip from a recent concert which offers 3-4 songs and shows their range of material--one of the songs is Carly Simon's gorgeous "Let the River Run". It also demonstrates, I think, for someone who has either never sung in a choir or never listened much to choral music, that "thing" that happens as a singer in a choir. If you listen closely sometimes you can hear the collective vibration of the voices which becomes sort of a single "wave". Goosebump city.

A Company of Voices: Conspirare in Concert from KLRU / Conspirare on Vimeo.

I think this demonstrates why my answer would be: "b. sound." What would yours be, and why? Leave a comment below.

You can find out more about CONSPIRARE by visting their website at: Conspirare.org

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Some of my favorite words

Here's some of my favorite words in a "cloud"......either the meaning....the sound of the word, or both.

Enjoy! And leave me a comment below with your favorite words so you can share with other readers of this blogs.

Serendipity ZAFTIG Altacocker Zietgeist

Transcendent
guffawed Illuminate schmatta

Renascent
SCHADENFREUDE
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2

THE LOST PAINTING--Fantastic book about the quest for a lost CARAVAGGIO masterpiece (remember to click on photos to enlarge)

Just finished reading the most amazing book, The Lost Painting by Jonathan Harr which chronicles the quest of several individuals to discover Caravaggio's lost painting "The Taking of Christ."

I could not put this book down. I read it completely in a day. This book was fantastic for so many reasons which I'll get to in just a second. But, first, I have to talk about Caravaggio, who is probably one of the most originally unusual artists. The story of Caravaggio, not just his life, but the history of Caravaggio is one of the greatest stories in art history. I should preface this by saying that I am not an art historian. I've never "studied" art. I read a biography titled, M, 3-4 years ago about Caravaggio and became fascinated, as I often do with things. I guess I'm attracted to beauty and Caravaggio's paintings are some of the most exquisitely beautiful works of art ever. I tend to also be attracted at times to bizarre or unconventional beauty or stories. Oft times Caravaggio's paintings are gruesome or unsettling. And his life story, or what little we know of it, was very unconventional. After all, he was a murderer and was thought to be crazy.

At the time I was reading M, a brilliant book by Peter Robb, I bought a couple of Caravaggio books that profiled his paintings to use as a reference while reading. And so, that launched my own little "study", if you will, of the painters oeuvre. Caravaggio is now considered to be, along with Michaelangelo, one of the greatest influences in the history of art. He is essentially credited for having influenced, or rather inspired modern painting. "Paul Valery's secretary, put it in a nutshell: 'In the aftermath of the Renaissance, what begins in the work of Caravaggio is, quite simply, modern painting.'" Caravaggio attracted numerous younger artists and thus started an influence which can be seen in the works of Delacroix, Gericault (who copied Caravaggio's Entombment before painting the Raft of the Medusa), Courbet and Manet. [Lambert, Gilles. Caravaggio, Taschen, 2004, Germany, p 8]

For me, Caravaggio's paintings are beautiful because of his use of light. His paintings are often almost photographic in quality when it comes to the use of light. And the subject of Harr's book, "The Taking of Christ," (1602) perhaps illustrates Caravaggio's genius about as well as any of his paintings.
National Gallery of Art/Associated Press

See! Caravaggio studied light the way Davinci studied human anatomy (among other things). I'm going to refer to Caravaggio as "M" for the rest of the post for brevity. M's paintings were also shockingly different at the time because he painted scenes with a dedication to reality not an idealized fantasy. He used prostitutes to portray the Virgin Mary. One "model" was a very successful courtesan in Rome (I am fascinated with courtesans in history....see my previous blog here: http://markgsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/dangerous-beauty-1998-movie-about.html). He could be gruesome....his paintings of beheadings left nothing at all to the imagination. But all of his paintings were quite realistic which I think was the appeal that he had for other painters. Before M, painters represented their subjects in the most idealized way. He was a brutally and intensely honest painter which I think is what makes his work so exceptionally beautiful.

In The Lost Painting, you'll learn that M was also a maverick and rebel because, unlike his predecessors and contemporaries, he did not do studies of his paintings before. He would create a work of art and edit it as he went along, rather than creating several "models" before. Another curious thing I learned in the book was that artists of the time didn't sign their works. So these "edits" if you will are the only signatures really to determine if a painting was actually done by M.

Here's one of my favorite of his works, the CardSharps (1594), which I think again illustrates M's mastery of lighting:
Kimbell Art Museum, Fort Worth, TX

Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Antica, Rome

And at left you see "Judith Beheading Holofernes" (c1598-1599). Pretty realistic, no? I wonder how many heads M had to cut off to perfect this technique.

His life was very short and not a very happy life, indeed. Most of what is known comes from public records of the time which is maybe the reason that the focus has always been on how crazy he was. After all, if one's biography was predicated simply on ones court and jail records you would know an awful lot about that aspect of a person's life but it wouldn't necessarily be very balanced. I won't go into much of a biographical sketch here, just some highlights so you can see why his story is compelling.....or at least why this one aspect of his history is as equally compelling as all the rest. (He was kind of cute, too). You'll get a great introduction to the personality of M, as we know it, in The Lost Painting. M lived from 1571-1610, 39 years. (Chalk portrait at right of Caravaggio by Ottatvio Leoni, c. 1621)

He lived in Rome from about 1600-1606 but after murdering a man with whom he'd played tennis (I don't know who won or lost the match but I believe the feud was about a bet), he fled and lived on the run in a number of Italian cities for the remainder of his life. In Rome, he became very successful and was "the most famous painter in Rome." He started out dirt poor but eventually won the patronage of very rich and powerful Vatican cardinals and wealthy Roman families. Recent books have theorized that M was "gay". He was frequently involved in altercations and street fights (one altercation had M throwing plates at a waiter in a restaurant). The exact circumstances of his death are sketchy but it has been suggested that he was murdered by any number of the people he had managed to piss off during his short lifetime.

Which brings me to the second, and perhaps more fascinating, aspect of M's history. Because of the controversial nature of his life and work he was literally erased from the history pages shortly after his death and for another 3 centuries he was completely, utterly unknown to the world. Isn't that amazing! It only goes to show that history is a very limited and subjective thing and usually only reflects the prejudices of those who are in power or have the upper hand in a vendetta (as was the case here as you'll learn if you read the book). So, this artist, ultimately was expunged from the record until the 1920's. His works of art were for the most part reassigned to other "acceptable" artists. This is such a powerful story because it illustrates just how nebulous and propaganda-ish and false that much of what we perceive as "history" really is. [Sort of like religion......how much of the Bible at this point is really anything more than just the prejudices and political motivations of every pope and religious (and MALE) leader for 2000 or so years...sorry for stepping on my soap box]

In the 1920's M was "discovered" and since that time his image and presence on the planet has been restored and has created an even more fascinating story. Which brings us, finally, to The Lost Painting. This book is written in a "reportage" style, but feels sometimes like a "thriller" novel. It is very spare but you just get so caught up in the subjects and their stories and their independent Quests, that it is riveting. It was reminiscent of Capote's (who is another one of my reading obsessions), In Cold Blood, albeit with a less chilling subject matter, but the same journalistic style of narration that also feels like a novel.

The book was written by Jonathan Harr who years ago had written a magazine article about the discovery of "The Taking of Christ." In his afterword, Harr explains that he had always had the intention of developing the article into a book. It took quite a while primarily because the author (and this was fascinating to me) decided that the only way he could effectively write such a book would be to learn Italian so that he could successfully interview the stories' major characters. Now that is commitment to excellence, in my opinion.

I don't want to spoil too much of the story because everyone who reads this blog MUST go read the book immediately. It is just too much fun, too great of a read to miss. "The Taking of Christ" "disappeared" and several Caravaggio art historians/scholars, some whom you'll meet in the book (principally Sir Denis Mahon, the greatest living expert on Caravaggio), had always had a passion to discover it. But there are three main sections of the book with three different "protaganists", if you will. The first, and perhaps most interesting, are two University of Rome graduate students, Francesca Cappelletti and Laura Testa, who inadvertently end up discovering all sorts of landmark facts regarding the missing painting. Their "quest" made me regret that I am not an historian by profession myself. Their detective work is some of the best aspects of the book.

The second "protaganist" is an art restorer named Sergio Benedetti, an Italian who works for the National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin. This story is equally compelling but perhaps adds another ingredient in this books potent mix of diverse themes. This is a darker story which illuminates the machinations of the art world even more acutely.

The denouemont assembles all of our various characters together in 1999 (who have been questing throughout the '90s), only to be followed by an interesting "twist", a continuation of the story in the 21st century and a third protaganist who only intensifies the Caravaggio legend and mystery, as far as I'm concerned.

This book is just a brilliant and wonderful mixture of intrigue, eccentric characters of the art world, travelogue, dastardly egos, ruthless ambition, detective/mystery work, devotion and dedication to passions, a once-powerful/wealthy noble Italian family, to name just a few. It also is a wonderful introduction not only to Caravaggio but the art world and art history, in general. It also features one of my favorite places in the world, Rome!

I mean it....I could not put it down until I finished it (262 pages). Go read the book and then go read more about Caravaggio and see all of his amazing genius.

I'll close with this quote from the NY Times book review of The Lost Painting which I think more eloquently sums it up (http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/13/books/review/13handy.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1):

"It is this empathy for the passions of these scholars and artisans, Harr's respect for their dedication and his keen understanding of their workaday worlds - he clearly spent a lot of time with his subjects - that elevates The Lost Painting into something more provocative than just your average missing-Caravaggio narrative. A good thing, too, since the timing and circumstances of the discovery of "The Taking of Christ" deflate much of the book's suspense; halfway through, it's all over but the backfilling. Fortunately, the hunt for the canvas is a bit of a MacGuffin; the deeper mystery is the nature of capital-A art itself."

A couple of other thoughts.....the painting "The Taking of Christ" includes a self portrait of Caravaggio. He can be seen in the painting holding the lantern. The painting portrays Judas' kiss of Christ (I don't have a clue what this means) and the Roman soldiers who are coming to take Christ I assume to his crucification.

I used the following two books over the last few years of my intermittent fascination with Caravaggio and I recommend one or both, although I recognize there may be far more eminent papers for a true budding scholar of M.

Caravaggio by Gilles Lambert. Published by Taschen (originally 2000 and reprinted in 2004).



Caravaggio by Timothy Wilson-Smith. Published by Phaidon (reprint 2005).












Finally, I offer a couple of more examples of Caravaggio's genius and the beauty of his art which demonstrates that this man brought art, as we know it, into the light out of darkness. Which reflects the artist's own history throughout the centuries. (The last picture looks so contemporary....it looks like what could be a Johnny Depp movie poster, no?)

The Calling of Saint Matthew (1599-1600). Contarelli Chapel, San Luigi dei Francesi, Rome
Madonna di Loreto (c 1603-1605), Sant’Agostino, Rome
























Medusa (1597)

Monday, July 13, 2009

MOVING MIDWAY--remarkable, beautiful documentary of a plantation in North Carolina....and so much more

We watched two documentaries this weekend. I'll talk about the first one in this posting and save the second one for a future entry.

We've been on a documentary binge......what a wonderful genre. Thanks to NetFlix there are hundreds to chose from.

We knew nothing about this film in advance, except the brief description on NetFlix. So we really had absolutely no preconceived notion or expectations. I'll give you a little background because you will not want to miss this special film.

Moving Midway is a documentary by Godfrey Cheshire, a New York film critic. NewYork Magazine named it runner-up as the best documentary film of 2008. (http://nymag.com/arts/cultureawards/2008/52779/index2.html). It is a movie about a family....it is a movie about a plantation. Most of all though it is a movie about our country, the South in particular. Cheshire returns to his family's ancestral plantation, Midway, in North Carolina in 2004 to discover that his cousin, Charlie Silver, who owns the land, has decided to have the buildings relocated. The lovely main house and outbuildings have been so encroached by growth, that they literally sit perched next to a busy highway, once a sleepy country road, and they seem poised to be gobbled up.

Initially, it is a story of the relocation of buildings, which in and of itself would be a fascinating focus of a film. But this film becomes so much more. On his way to discovering many interesting facts about the house, that it is haunted for example, Cheshire also discovers that his family is much larger than he or anyone else ever knew. And the fact that his cousin is selling the land to allow a parking lot for a gigantic shopping center to be built with all of the requisite stores has a much broader impact.

Cheshire discovers a whole branch of family when he is approached by Dr. Robert Hinton, an NYU professor of African-American studies (both seen in the photo above). It seems that the Midway's builder squired an entire family with one of his slaves. Hinton's grandfather was born a slave on the plantation. I offer this quote from the film's website:

"What is a Southern plantation? A relic of a bitter, divided past? A vanished realm of aristocratic charm and elegance? An impediment to the modern South’s frenzied effort to turn itself into an anonymous landscape of superhighways and strip malls?

Or, perhaps, all of the above, plus something else as well: a site for understanding and reconciliation, a meeting place of past and present, black and white.

A locus of home, family, enduring traditions…and new beginnings.........

While beginning a dialogue on the meaning of Midway from their very different perspectives, Cheshire and Dr. Hinton examine how the Southern plantation, a crucial economic institution in early America, generated a powerful, bitterly contested mythology that was at the center of a string of American cultural milestones, from Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Birth of a Nation to Gone with the Wind and Roots."

This film becomes a wonderful journey of discovery about so many things for the viewer as well as Cheshire and Hinton and their families. It truly transcends itself and becomes a remarkable, enlightening experience about our nation's true history. And we witness two distinct branches of a family as they get to know one another.

Watch these two short video clips to get an idea. The first is the trailer for the film. But the second is a television ad for the film which ran at the time of the '08 presidential election. It has some of the same footage but I think it illuminates the larger global themes of this wonderful documentary.




I was literally captivated every exquisite second of the 98 minutes of this film (I was particularly enchanted with Dr. Hinton who I found very appealing). It was so many things and it was such an amazing and rare film experience. Please see this movie. You'll have a beautiful experience I assure you. I somehow feel changed by having seen it.

Find out more at the film's website http://www.movingmidway.com/index.htm. (all photos above are copyright of Movingmidway.com)

Saturday, July 11, 2009

WITHOUT YOU--a beautiful memoir by Anthony Rapp--star of RENT

I finished reading a remarkably poignant memoir recently titled, entitled Without You: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Musical Rent, by Rent lead, Anthony Rapp. The book is primarily about the actors experience in the Pulitzer Prize and Tony Award-winning musical, Rent, which was a groundbreaking new musical theater experience when it debuted on Broadway in 1996.

The story of the play itself is remarkable which was makes Rapp's memoir riveting. For those unfamiliar, here's why: Rent was written by Jonathan Larson, a completely unknown playwright and composer before the show opened. It is a rock musical based upon Puccini's opera La Boheme. At one point in the book, Larson tells someone that he is going to change musical theater, which is what Rent did accomplish. It truly created a new sound for musicals--a modern rock-based show. Larson said his ultimate dream was to write a rock opera "to bring musical theater to the MTV generation."

But even more groundbreaking is the show's subject matter: AIDS. Set in New York's Lower East Side, it is the story of a group of impoverished young artists and musicians struggling to survive in the thriving days of Bohemian Alphabet City, under the shadow of AIDS. Several of the characters are afflicted with the disease, at a time when there was little treatment or hope. The musical is a remarkable work of art but is made even more so because of Larson's death the night before the show made its off-Broadway debut. He died of an aortic aneurysym which went undiagnosed after three trips to emergency rooms.

Rapp originated the role of the show's narrator, Mark Cohen. The actor was actually involved with the play in its infancy. He was cast in the role before most of the other actors appearing early on in the first seen limited three-week Workshop production at the New York Theatre Workshop in 1994. Rapp's book tells the story of the development of the show from the early workshop and his friendship with Larson. The musical is one of the most successful Broadway musicals ever and was made into a film in 2007, a fine example of a translation from stage to film where they are equally well done. The movie included most of the original cast including Rapp, Adam Pascal, the goddess/diva and Idina Mendel (Wicked), Taye Diggs, among other notable original cast members who have gone on to distinguished acting careers.

Here's a video clip of a live performance by Rapp and Pascal, who originated the musical's two main leads, singing the song "What You Own" on the Today Show to promote the movie.


Rapp's book is a beautiful, heart-wrenching, candid, soulful read about the musical's development, Larson's death and the emotional impact on the cast, Rapp's own acting career as a child actor, the death of his mother, as well as the actor's own evolution as a gay man. It was truly a beautiful exquisite book. At two points I was literally sobbing from sadness, the first as the actor talks about the performances the night after Larson's death and the second moment at his mother's death from cancer while he was still performing the show on Broadway. I seldom have that strong of an emotional response, crying, from reading a book. I frequently guffaw and laugh but books (unlike movies or tv) seldom make me cry.

What was fascinating was learning about Rapp's acting career which began when he was a child and included an early Broadway show the flop The Little Prince and the Aviator, a musical based on Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's novel The Little Prince. He also acted in the film




Adventures in Babysitting
in 1986 and "several movies and Broadway shows, most notably as intellectuals. His notable work includes films Dazed and Confused, A Beautiful Mind, School Ties, Road Trip, the stage and film versions of Six Degrees of Separation, An American Family, Danny Roane: First Time Director and, You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." (wikipedia).

Rapp and his brother, playwright, novelist, and filmmaker Adam Rapp, lived in New York and travel back and forth to their hometown in Joliet, Illinois, throughout their mother's illness with cancer. One of the things that profoundly influenced me and stays with me to this moment, is the following quote from the book:

"The only way out, is through."


This beautiful advice seems to me to be almost divine. This wonderful observation is given to Anthony by a friend who is helping him with the grieving process as his mother is dying. It becomes a process which defines much of Rapp's own evolution portrayed in the book, as the actor goes through a series of remarkable life-altering experience: the success of RENT, Larson's untimely death, his mother's slow and painful death from cancer, the actor's own youthful experiences of love. It seems to me that it is an "actor's" book.

The Broadway musical is still running. You should see it. And see the movie. I was very impressed with director's Christopher Columbus' translation. It is much more current and of our time, without losing any of the original musical's brilliance.

Here's La Vie Boheme, a video clip from the 2007 film


Read this book! Laugh with this book! Cry with this book! Relish every perfect word in Without You by Anthony Rapp, a very appealing, honest, interesting actor and human!

The only way out, is through! A beautiful and enlightened way to live indeed.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

TENDERNESS--Really interesting photographer--gorgeous photo

What a glorious picture this is (remember you can click on any photo to enlarge).


I stumbled upon this really interesting photograph collection on flickr by this dude "frenchmeh". His "miscellaneous" set is really wonderful: please check it out:

frenchmeh. The blue cotton candy initially attracted me to the photos.



"Enlightened"


"Reflections"

GREY GARDENS-the documentary-Astonishing movie

A few days ago I watched Grey Gardens by brothers David and Albert Maysles (the 1975 documentary, not the recent HBO film). What an astonishing, breathtaking film. There is not a scriptwriter alive that could have written a screenplay like that. You really must see this film. We got it on Netflix. Okay, so this is a cult classic. But I didn't see it until now. So I'm behind!

I wanted to watch the documentary before I see the new HBO film, Grey Gardens, which stars Jessica Lange and Drew Barrymore as Mother Edie ("Big Edie") and her daughter, Edie Bouvier Beale, who were aunt and cousin respectively to Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis. While these two actresses are brilliant casting (I haven't seen the film yet), I am a little hesitant now to watch the movie after seeing the brilliant original documentary. How can anyone play these ladies, Big and Little Edie, better than themselves?

[Added 7/12/09]: I also should mention the Broadway musical, Grey Gardens, which won a Tony Award for Best Costume Design, and its two stars Christine Ebersole and Mary Louise Wilson each won Tony Awards for their performances. The Broadway production closed on July 29, 2007. It was the first musical on Broadway ever to be adapted from a documentary. (wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_Gardens). While I didn't see this show I do have the cast recording and it is excellent. I particularly noticed the attention to the unique dialect of both Big and Little Edie which I thought translated quite well into a musical format.

Anyway this really is just a brilliant film in every way. It sort of transcends all genres of film: while it is a documentary it oftentimes seems like a play.

Here's the general story: two aging women, Big Edie and daughter, Edie, live in a rundown estate in East Hampton....really it is a state of complete, but elegant, dishabille and squalor. The two women are very eccentric. Very intelligent. Crazy really but in a wonderful way. The movie is a series of interviews and conversations with the two which at the same time highlights the completely rundown house. Edie sings, they both sing, they tell stories, they fight (a lot). It is one of the most fulfilling and captivating movies I have ever seen.

The two, daughter and mother, had been quite beautiful in the past. Young Edie had once been a model and an aspiring actress. Little Edie, born in 1917 and the eldest of ten grandchildren, was the family beauty, "surpassing even the dark charm of Jacqueline," according to their cousin John H. Davis, a professor who wrote a book about the Bouviers. (from New York magazine A "Return to Grey Gardens: There are still secrets left to tell about Little Edie Beale, including her diary. " By Gail Sheehy, Oct 29, 2006 http://nymag.com/arts/theater/features/23484/index1.html). In her younger days according to the article, "Edie dated Howard Hughes and likely had proposals from Joe Kennedy Jr. and J. Paul Getty, says Eva Beale, but always she sent her suitors away." (photo at right is from Everett Collection)

Little Edie constantly has her head covered throughout the film. She wears the most insane concoctions of clothing, brooches, scarves, shirts on her head, but they are absolutely gorgeous and chic, albeit bizarre, ensembles. According to Sheehy in her 2006 NewYork magazine article, Little Edie was bald because: "....cousin John told me about a summer afternoon when he watched Little Edie climb a catalpa tree outside Grey Gardens. She took out a lighter. He begged her not to do it. She set her hair ablaze. And in that act of self-immolation, she sealed her fate as a prisoner of the love of her mother."

The article in NewYork was written by Gail Sheehy who originally profiled the Beales for the cover story of the January 10, 1972 New York magazine. It was the magazine that caught the attention of the Maysles brothers. (the photo at left is from the New York article. Photo caption: Edith Bouvier Beale (Big Edie), David and Albert Maysles, and Edie Beale (Little Edie) during the filming of Grey Gardens; the author's New York Magazine cover story, January 10, 1972. (Photo: Everett Collection))


Here's a short clip (2min 46secs) from the film which I think captures the eccentricity. This segment features Little Edie Beale discussing "conformity" and East Hampton and the ultimate title of the original David and Albert Maysles documentary.




Here's one more short clip where you can see what I'm talking about Edie's fashion style. This is one of her more outrageous outfits ("the revolutionary costume" I think she calls it):

This movie is really just perfect. And the more background you read on the Beales the more intriguing and enigmatic their story. Here's just one interesting observation by Sheehy (I strongly recommend you read her article before you see the film.....the article is very fascinating http://nymag.com/arts/theater/features/23484/index1.html):

"Passed over by history, the ladies of Grey Gardens were left to the wreck of their lives until, sweet revenge! In the sixties, they were suddenly being indulged by a nervous White House. Secret Service cars were posted outside. As Davis recalls in his book, the Kennedy inauguration gave Little Edie a chance for her own theatrics. She reminded Joe Kennedy Sr. that she was once almost engaged to his firstborn son. And if Joe’s plane hadn’t gone down while he was bombing Nazis, 'she probably would have married him, and he would have become President instead of Jack and she would have become First Lady instead of Jackie!'"

And if you're interested in the HBO film with la Lange and la Barrymore here's the trailer *it's short too, only 2 minutes):


Goosebump City--the goddess RENEE FLEMING-AMT Performance of Make Our Garden Grow from Bernstein's masterpiece Candide-MOST BEAUTIFUL SONG EVER!!

I'm never sure if there is a God. But when I hear this song I certainly think it's possible, particularly because of diva Fleming. Perhaps this is one of the most beautiful songs ever written?

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Saturday, July 4, 2009

It was a 114° when I went to the store this afternoon -- Not very beautiful-- I'm going to focus on this picture instead of reality

Largest waterfall in Lesotho, Africa. I'm pretending that for the next two months that I live down there where the fall meets the water. The coolness of that wonderful water.

I guess I should clarify for visitors to this blog that I live in the Palm Springs area of Southern California. In Palm Desert, to be more precise (some would think this is a very important distinction too). I've lived in the desert for I think 15-20 years (with a sweet, cool respite in San Diego for 3 years) and up until the last couple of years I didn't mind the heat. But it has become so unbearably humid and the summer starts earlier and ends later every year. The other months out of the year it is ideal but I'm beginning to wonder. Anyway, I'll just focus on this beautiful photo which I found on the internet at the Greentree Gazette (http://www.greentreegazette.com/photoweek/load.aspx?art=972).

I hope the rest of you are enjoying a cooler summer than we are here....in our own little hell.

On the count of three say, CHEESE! Beautiful Darling


Quel cute!

Little Sports Shooter

A hand-reared meerkat named Bob investigates a camera at Predator World in Rustenburg, South Africa, host city of soccer's 2009 Confederations Cup.

Halden Krog / EPA Time photos (http://www.time.com/time/picturesoftheweek/0,29409,1907204_1902954,00.html)

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Beautiful wonderful reading--My favorite reads of 2008

So, I guess my favorite thing in the world (besides food, music, theater, etc) is reading. I am a voracious reader, primarily because I have insomnia. I also happen to be a book seller. I just love books. I love the smell of them. I love the feel of them. I cannot own too many books.

I like reading just about anything (fiction, nonfiction, etc). Which I'll get into in a later blog. Fellow readers and book lovers out there who read my blog page, I hope I'll hear from you! We are kindred spirits.

So here's a list of my favorite books that I read for 2008:

1 The Mitfords: Letters Between Six Sisters
edited by Charlotte
Mosley (Nonfiction)

The Mitford Sisters (Nancy Mitford; Unity Mitford; Diana Mitford Guinness Mosley; Jessica Mitford; Pamela Mitford; Deborah Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire) were literally one degree of separation from every major political and world figure and event of the 20th century. This book is a collection of the correspondence between the sisters and is a brilliant, utterly compelling look at last century.

2 The Uncommon Reader
by Alan Bennett, (Fiction)

This was simply a marvelous book. The novel is about Queen Elizabeth II and her discovery of books and reading. At first she starts out with lightweight stuff but by books end she is reading Proust, Turgenev, Trolloppe.

As she discovers the delights of reading at the age of 70 she begins to lament that she “felt there was a good deal she had missed"...“She had been reading one of the several lives of Sylvia Plath and was actually quite happy to have missed most of that, but reading the memoirs of Lauren Bacall, she could not help feeling that Ms. Bacall had had a much better bite at the carrot and, slightly to her surprise, found herself envying her for it.”


She regrets all the opportunities she’s missed to get to know writers she has met, like T. S. Eliot, Philip Larkin. And she regrets that she’s come to reading so late in life and sets about making up for lost time. Which eventually begins to take a toll on her professional life and all of the palace guard become up in arms.

This is a book lovers book. This is a reader lovers read. This is a royal family devotee's dream. This is a perfect book. I'll quote The New York Times reviewer, MICHIKO KAKUTANI, who summed up the book more eloquently in October 2007 (you can read the review: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/30/books/30kaku.html):

"In recounting this story of a ruler who becomes a reader, a monarch who’d rather write than reign, Mr. Bennett has written a captivating fairy tale. It’s a tale that’s as charming as the old Gregory Peck-Audrey Hepburn movie “Roman Holiday,” and as keenly observed as Stephen Frears’s award-winning movie “The Queen” — a tale that showcases its author’s customary élan and keen but humane wit."


3 Mississippi Sissy

Kevin Sessums (Memoirs)

Kevin Sessums has served as executive editor of Interview and as a contributing editor of both Vanity Fair and Allure. This astonishing autobiography was simply mesmerizing. It is the story of a young gay-self-aware boy who grows up in Forrest, Mississippi, and who is orphaned at an early age, following the death of his father in a car accident when Sessums was seven and a year later when his mother dies of cancer. He is raised by his grandparents and is blessed with a remarkably open-minded Southern grandmother who is willing to call him Arlene, in honor of television personality Arlene Francis and allows him to indulge in his fixation with role models, Dusty Springfield and Audrey Hepburn. His sixth-grade teacher allows his book report to be on Jacqueline Susann's best-selling Valley of the Dolls. That is just the beginning of a remarkable life of trials and tribulations of a young boy growing up in the South who is in every way a sissy. As Sessums grows up he becomes a part of the theater and literary community eventually befriending Eudora Welty, among other writers and journalist.

My review of this book on Amazon:
"Astonishing. What can I say. As a gay boy who grew up a sissy in the South, I completely identified with the alienation that Sessums felt. But the ability of this boy/man to transcend the most awful of setbacks early in life is without a doubt one of the more inspiring stories I've ever read. I finished this book over three months ago and I am still haunted and bewitched by this book. The women in this book are full of such strength. The author's mother, grandmother, his maid Matty Mae, his Aunt Lola. A poignant portrayal of author Eudora Welty who along with his mentor Frank Harris, groomed this author to write an autobiography that is absolutely perfect. Run to the bookstore. BUY this book. 100 stars out ten (sorry to digress to such cliche's it's the only way to express sufficiently my enthusiasm for this book). I guffawed and cried my way through this brilliant book."


4 Scavenger's Guide to Haute Cuisine
by Steven
Rinella (Nonfiction)
I was utterly shocked that I relished reading this book so much. Oh, the haute cuisine, was a given that I would enjoy. Rinella is a remarkable writer. The book is full of humor and occasional sadness/melancholy. But it is always compelling. I am not a hunter nor do I really support hunting. After reading this book I will have to rethink my strict liberal perspective about hunting. Although it does graphically discuss killing it was never gratuitous and surprisingly didn't ever upset or repulse me.

The book is also remarkable in the historical perspectives that Rinella brings to both haute cuisine, wild game hunting, and the various locales that he visits. Although the story occurs over a one year period and the author's scavenging is restricted to the US, Rinella weaves in his other global travels. I thoroughly enjoyed Julie & Julia by Julie Powell which was in my top 3 favorite books of 2007. Powells' book had a very similar "mission" (Julie Powell sets out in one-year to cook all of the recipes in Julia Childs' Mastering the Art of French Cooking). Rinella commits himself to spending one-year gathering the ingredients he needs to cook 45-50 recipes from Auguste Escoffier's Le Guide Culinaire for a three-day event.

The interesting thing about Rinella's book is that most of the recipes require main ingredients that you can't buy. The author is a hunter and fisherman who has spent most of his life cooking and eating only food that he has "scavenged" from Mother Nature. But Escoffier's ingredients frequently challenge Rinella's expert gathering skills (as in squab, which is a baby pigeon). I suspect some people will object to this book for political correctness, but I hope they aren't so narrow-minded that they cannot give this book a try. The author is such a talented writer and story-teller and everyone should benefit from this profoundly great book.


5 In Patagonia

by Bruce Chatwin (Travel Memoirs)
This book is really a classic in travel memoirs. Chatwin travels to Patagonia, at the tip of South America, in 1974 to see a region that he becomes captivated with when he goes to interview 93-year-old architect and designer Eileen Gray in her Paris salon and notices a map of Patagaonia that she has painted. He travels the entire region for six months. The book was published in 1977 and is a series of vignettes/essays about characters he met and places that he visited. As I understand it, after the book's publication, there was some question whether conversations that the author has in the book actually happened. If that is the case, then this is still fantastic writing of fiction. He has a very spare style of writing but the characters he portrays are so richly finely drawn. At times I it when I was reading this that he created the genre "magical realism" before there was such a thing. This was such a satisfying read.

6 Someday This Pain Will Be Useful To You
by
Peter Cameron (Fiction)

This was a surprising and fun coming-of-age novel. Here's the Publisher Weekly's review:
"James Sveck, the 18-year-old protagonist of Cameron's (The City of Your Final Destination) first novel for young adults, is a precocious, lonely and confused Manhattanite who believes he would be happier buying a house in Kansas surrounded by a sleeping porch than entering Brown University as planned and being surrounded by his peers. “I don't like people in general and people my age in particular,” he explains, demonstrating his obsessive concern with language, “and people my age are the ones who go to college…. I'm not a sociopath or a freak (although I don't suppose people who are sociopaths or freaks self-identify as such); I just don't enjoy being with people." He claims people “rarely say anything interesting to each other,” but his own observations are fresh and incisive as he reports on his exchanges at home and at work. As the novel opens, in July 2003, James's cynical older sister is having an affair with a married professor of language theory; his mother ditches her third husband on their Las Vegas honeymoon after he steals her credit cards to gamble; his high-powered father asks if he's gay; and James is stuck working at his mother's art gallery, which has mounted an exhibit by an artist with no name, of garbage cans decoupaged with pages torn out of the Bible, Koran and Torah. James's elaborate daily entries interlace with a series of flashbacks to gradually reveal the recent panic attack that has landed him in psychotherapy. Descriptions of these sessions offer not only more fodder for James's sardonic critiques of a self-indulgent society, but also an achingly tender portrait of a devastatingly alienated young man. A single reference yields something of an explanation: James saw, at close range, the planes crash into the Twin Towers. The closest he come to commenting is to turn to a story about a woman whose disappearance after 9/11 went unnoticed for a month: “[It] didn't make me sad. I thought it was beautiful. To die like that… to sink without disturbing the surface of the water.” With its off-balance marriage of the comedic and the deeply painful, its sympathetic embrace of its characters and its hard-won hope, this smart and elegantly written novel merits a wide readership."



7 The Piano Shop on the Left Bank: Discovering a Forgotten Passion in a Paris Atelier
T.E.
Carhart (Nonfiction)


This was the most enchanting book. It is about a writer, Thad Cathcart, who is living in Paris who falls in love with a piano shop where old pianos are restored and sold. In discovering the shop, the writer rediscovers his old abandoned passion for piano playing and begins a quest to discover everything there is to know about pianos. Set in Paris, it is an interesting and charming story of daily Parisian life with eccentric and charming characters. It was also fascinating to learn so many things about the piano. If you love music you'll love this book. But anyone would love this book. It's passion for music and pianos and the city of Paris are wonderful. It is really a compilation of vignettes or essays of different characters or events in the author's quest.

This is a sublime book.


8 When You Are Engulfed In Flames
by David
Sedaris (Nonfiction)

David Sedaris is absolutely perfect. And this book was not a disappointment. As are all of Sedaris's books this is a series of autobiographical essays. This author consistently makes me guffaw with every one of his books and this was no less.

9 Faith for Beginners: A Novel
by Aaron Hamburger

(don't you love the photo of the cute dude floating in the water reading a book....now that is heaven in every sense: cute dude, floating in water, reading a book). Here's another novel that suprised me. The Publisher Weekly review which I concur with is as follows:
"A woman hopes a family trip to Israel will help her reclaim her confused, rebellious son in Hamburger's entertaining, irreverent first novel (after the collection The View from Stalin's Head).


Jeremy's been at NYU for five years, but he's still just a junior, and Helen Michaelson, 58, thinks he might have a much-needed spiritual awakening on the 'Michigan Miracle 2000' tour. But while Jeremy's more interested in cruising Jerusalem's gay parks, Helen herself is primed for revelation, as she finds that her connection to Judaism and her family is more complicated than she'd thought. Hamburger has an exacting eye for mundane detail and suburban conventions, and in Jeremy he's created the classic green-haired, pierced college student ranting about social injustice. But beneath Jeremy's sarcastic, moralizing banter, there's a convincing critique of Americans' way of being in the world. In Israel in 2000, the Michaelsons are like Pixar creations trapped in a movie filmed in Super 8—the Middle East may be fraught with political tension, but their biggest problem is the heat outside their air-conditioned bus. Hamburger goes further than witty satire, though, and when the plot takes a dark turn he demonstrates that he's capable of taking on global issues, even if his characters aren't."


10 (tie) What We Lost
by Dale Peck (Autobiography)

I'm a real fan of Dale Peck. This is his fourth book and it is a memoir. Here's The Independent's book critic, Martin Fletcher's, review of why this is just a phenomenal book:

"Dale Peck has a reputation for cutting literary throats with the ruthlessness of a fox in a chicken-run. He ruffled feathers with his first novel, the middle-finger waving Fucking MartinMartin and John in America - and has gone on to sharpen his teeth as a critic for the New Republic. There he described Rick Moody as "the worst writer of his generation" and continued the turkey-shoot at Faulkner's "incomprehensible ramblings", Nabokov's "sterile inventions", and the "stupid - just plain stupid - tomes of DeLillo".

"I am extremely savage," says Peck the Critic amid the blood and feathers. To which the bruised and battered writer Stanley Crouch replies, "Dale Peck is a troubled queen". Boys, boys!

The eye-gouging and self-absorption of the American urban literary scene is a far cry from the peaceful pastoral nostalgia that makes up much of Peck's "story of my father's childhood", What We Lost. The hatchet jobs here are mostly of axe against wood during fence-post maintenance and other rural activities on a dairy farm in Greenville, upstate New York, in the mid-1950s.

Dale Peck's father grew up in a one-room house in Long Island with seven brothers and sisters, a violent mother: "thick and squat as a tree trunk shorn of its canopy by a bolt of lightning", and an alcoholic father addicted to cough medicine. When Dale senior was 12, his own father, addled with drink and remorse, kidnapped him and deposited him with his uncle Wallace on his farm. Here "the fluid sunlight pulses through the trees like liquid amber" and the severe routine of farm work forges moral strength and purpose in the boy.

He discovers simpler values, an empathy with the land, and the power of silence and reflection that scrub clean the wounds of abuse. Inexplicably, when his mother arrives to reclaim him after a year and a half, he returns to the brutalities of his family life. Then one night, after sitting for hours outside bars waiting to carry his drunken father home, something snaps and he beats his father almost to death in a rage of hatred, shame and loss.

It's a powerful, shocking scene of expiation; but perhaps the most resonant and effective writing comes in the second part of the book. Dale Peck junior, the writer, makes an appearance with his father when they revisit the farm 40 years later. It's narrated from the point of view of a girl who makes them lunch. Peck senior's gentle, flirtatious paternalism and wistful enthusiasm for the simple routines of good country people is hopelessly sentimental. Both Pecks perceive missed opportunities that were never sustainable, and are left with the nebulous sadness of a life denied to them.

In this beautifully crafted memoir, Dale Peck puts the pieces of his father's broken past together. Memory and imagination form a narrative bridge between father and son, and something good and strong and lasting is created from breakdown and violence."

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/what-we-lost-by-dale-peck-566483.html

10 (tie) The Distance Between Us: A Novel
by Bart Yates

This is another author who I'm a big fan of. Here's Publisher's Weekly's review:

"In the absorbing latest from Yates (Leave Myself Behind), an Illinois piano teacher whose virtuoso career ended prematurely attempts to reconnect with her family after years of anguish and loss. Quirky, intimidating septuagenarian Hester Parker tells her story in retrospect. Early in her marriage, she derives pleasure from the music of her violinist husband, Arthur Donovan, and her two sons, Jeremy and Paul, both accomplished musicians. But despite an outstanding intellect, daughter Caitlin fails to inherit the family genius and suffers the plight of an outsider. A tragedy proves to have more consequences than meet the eye, and Hester's marriage dissolves, leaving her alone in her imposing Victorian home. Cut to the present, when quiet college student Alex rents her upstairs apartment, the two develop an attachment that helps both come to terms with their plights, yet threatens what Hester holds most dear. Yates's family melodrama brims with quiet intensity
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As I look back at all of the choices there seems to be a recurring theme of people in major life transitions, which are at times violent, shocking, emotional, sometimes even provocative. Which is strange because that is exactly where I am at in my own life: a time of major transition. Interesting observation (for me I suppose). I hope this sentence isn't offputing for anyone because each and every one of these books is beautiful and uplifting in their own unique way. But they are complicated stories of complicated characters, sometimes real sometimes not. But all of the books have a classic "Odyssey" theme. Please try!

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