What I've been reading: I'm between novels. I read the first ~25 pages of Stoner (which is about a small-town professor, not a pothead), and the story seemed interesting, but I couldn't stand the writing. There were way too many summarizing sentences like this:
His parents were happy to see him, and they seemed not to resent his decision. But he found he had nothing to say to them; already, he realized, he and his parents were becoming strangers; and he felt his love increased by its loss.I kept thinking, "Stop just telling me everything!" It felt like a (nonfiction) biography, not a novel. Also two different tables within the first 10 pages were described as "gleaming" "dully." Stuff like that bugs me. Had to abandon. I'm starting Howards End.
What I've been watching: John has a special talent for renting the worst movies ever made. This week: They All Laughed, a Peter Bogdonovich "film" from 1981. What a garbled mess. It has all the trappings of a movie, including John Ritter falling into fountains and Audrey Hepburn playing Audrey Hepburn. But it lacked a certain ... reason for being.
I'm starting to feel bad. I know Matt Cozart liked Stoner. I hope this isn't one of his favorite movies.
What I've been wearing: Cropped pants. "Boyfriend" chinos. L de Lolita Lempicka. Rosy scents, e.g. Agent Provocateur.
What I've been eating: Lots of summer fruit (strawberries, cherries) and frozen fruit bars. Lots of feta. Full-fat Fage yogurt (tastes like whipped cream). Quinoa salads.
What I've been drinking: Water with fresh mint. (If you let it steep long enough, it almost tastes like ice cream.) Bourbon, campari, and ginger beer. Not all at the same time.
Etc.: We went to Provincetown. We went to South Hadley. John had a book release party. I got a cold. I still have a cold. This cold is my nemesis.