Perfect turn in the weather for the fam's arrival yesterday. Eliot indeed has gotten legs, taller. Everyone looks so good. They head to the McLane beach this afternoon, did a dinner at dox last night. Willow sad or miffed that she missed Martha's memorial and seeing her book group. Ken sent a succinct report about it.
Finished These Violent Delights. Shoulda guessed the title was from Shakespeare. Enjoyed it ok but felt a bit irritated by this and that and some other things. Young writer trying to please everyone too much. Not as memorable and perfect as Donna Tartt's The Secret History. These goes for the muddled ambivalent ending. Buries the gay love story under a pile of social, familial anxieties and obligations. Sort of even throws it away. Or under the sociological bus.
What to read next. Took down the big Antunes novel Everything on Fire that I had started last year and had no idea how to read and enjoy. More experienced now with Antunes. Also have two by the other unknown French guy, Guyotat. Should I try him next?
Oh, the film about Ney Matogrosso the Brazilian singer resonated as we watched about half of Bohemian Rhapsody last night. Ney and Freddie Mercury exactly same generation (five years difference, Ney born in '41, Freddie in '46). Same body types, same bi-sexuality, same exhibitionistic performance demands, same theatricality of costuming and music and dance, oh and similar similar use of falsetto. Amazing. Only because English language dominates the world, perhaps, did one star become worldwide and the other stayed in the Portuguese/Latin world.
Now we are looking for super narrow transport chair to fit through the doorway into the downstairs bathroom.
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