Tuesday, August 26, 2008

It's Complicated

Finally the curse has been lifted and I have read some books that have nothing to do with work. Yea!
Life With My Sister Madonna by Christopher Ciccone with Wendy Leigh.
Oh, to be Madonna's pet brother. Seems like a shitty job, but class, who wants a shitty job? Shitty people do! Give them a life they were never intended to lead, a pen, some paper, and a ghostwriter (is that you Madonna?), and you have a hilarious, sad, gossipy, petulant, occassionaly enlightened rag of a book. Like this one, for instance.

Life With My Sister Madonna is not a terribly difficult book to read; I read it in under 24 hours. The author does, however, provide some insight into a strange filial relationship based on the common responses most people have toward their siblings: love, hate, jealousy, pride, spite, indifference. But this man happens to be the brother of Madonna and she apparently drives him mad-and doesn't care! He is humiliated to be in her shadow yet he craves her presence. He is innocent where she is damned. She leeches his creativity and then abandons him. Madonna is a tyrant? Get out!

I would be more inclined to empathize with Christopher Ciccone if he didn't whine quite so often, or demand so much from his sister. He loves her lifestyle-houses, parties, celebrities-but he wants her to pay his way. He is jealous of her lovers, husbands, and friends yet his own possessiveness of her is perfectly legitimate. Madonna, for her part, doesn't really treat him as an equal or as family or as a friend-she's controlling, manipulative and nasty to him. At the same time, there is something endearing about it all; they are family after all. However strange and creepy his affection for her manifests itself, or however much she is blinded by her ego, Christopher is protective and kind and human towards her. Good for a snapshot of a unique American family.

The Children of Men by P.D. James. This book was published in 1992 and was recently made into a movie starring Clive Owen and Julianne Moore. I remember the trailer and thinking, "Blah. Another futuristic/Euro/crime/action film. Never seen that before." The book features all of these labels but it is soooo much better (and radically different) than that trailer appeared to be.

The story begins with Omega, the end of times. There has been a mass infertility epidemic in men across the globe, the last generation to be born are now in their twenties, and Humanity is dying a slow and certain death. Our narrator and unlikely hero is an Oxford professor of History and our setting is England 2021. Through his quiet acquiescence, his calm reasoning and stoic pity we are guided through the pathetic and meaningless last days of our species but there is a catch. He is also the cousin of the "Warden of England" who as the most powerful man in England is the keeper of peace, security, and is the embodiment of rational government. The Warden also keeps a tight reign on the number of the elderly, criminals, and potentially fertile citizens. See if you can guess where this is going. You might be right, but then you might be surprised how this story unfolds. Trust me, it's never boring and the ending is killer. Good for civil conspiracy fun.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Back to School


Today is the first day of the Fall semester and my stomach is killing me. I always get nervous before a new class begins; there have been nightmares-I dream about arriving late to my own class. I wonder about what the new crop of students will be like and imagine dead eyed Zombies sitting beside the note taking Fact Gestapo and there I am down in front acting like Baptiste Debureau in drag. Where are my Chatty Cathys? My Brooders and my Scholars? Romeo and Juliette? I think about who will love me and who will hate me, who will learn from me and what I will learn from the class?
Concentrate! My material is good. My lectures are good. I am capable. Om mani padme hum.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Holy Phelps!


Quick question: Do you think that Michael Phelps, the greatest Michael Phelps of all Michael Phelps, will Michael Phelps OR will he Michael Phelps? Because, personally, I think Michael Phelps will totally Michael Phelps. Why should we Michael Phelps any of the other 450 Michael Phelps when Michael Fucking Phelps is there? Michael Phelps can do no Michael Phelps. This Michael Phelps is so Michael Phelps that only Michael Phelps, if Michael Phelps succeeds, Michael Phelps could literally Michael Phelps. So what if Michael Phelps looks like a Michael Phelps and acts like a Michael Phelps and, probably, Michael Phelps to Michael Phelps. MICHAEL PHELPS YOU.
Go Michael Phelps!!!!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Beauty and the Beast


I have had, as of late, a difficult time finding a book to read. I have tried everything but nothing suits me. I can only place the fault on the last book I read.
I chose Pigtopia by Kitty Fitzgerald by pure circumstance; I liked the cover illustration. I read this short work of fiction because I had to (stuck on the airplane/at the airport). Pigtopia is the story a deformed man and teenage girl, their unlikely friendship, their even more unlikely crime, and of his death. Jack Plum, the freak, bears a likeness and connection to swine which causes him to pig-speak and pig-think the world. Holly, the girl, is prudish, selfish, experimental and vain. They meet because of his love and her curiosity but this isn't a love story. There is a terrible Mother, an absent Mother, and very bad friends for this pair to contend with, along, of course, with pigs.

Caught as I was, I had to finish the story and now it's been over 30 days without another book of any satisfaction. Jack and Holly commit one of the most shocking acts I've read in a long time, and I am too sensitive to ugliness for my own good. Good for judging books by their covers.