Monday, December 28, 2015

Walter Did It

I joined a book group where we each bring a favorite book to recommend to the others.  I just finished reading one of the selections and I loved it.  This is a good idea!

Now I'm thinking about what book to recommend at the nest meeting.  Which got me to remember that I still love Always Outnumbered, Always Outgunned by Walter Mosley.  I'm going to pull it off the shelf and get ready to talk about it again.  I'm going to say it has a great plot.  And, what I got from the story is that dignity can occur in the most impossible ways and in the worst times and places.  I've tried to remember that.

Selecting this book is an act of forgiveness toward Mosley that doesn't come easily.  I'm still mad at him for killing off my favorite of his characters -- Easy Rawlins.  I'm not the only one who loved Easy.  He appeared in ten books.  Denzel played him in Devil in the White Dress.

I guess authors get to do whatever they want with their characters.  And readers get to react.  It's what keeps us connected.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

A Champ at any Age

If you hate boxing movies, move along.  But, if you could take a punch during Raging Bull or if you still remember The Harder They Fall, you won't be able to help yourself watching the latest great one -- Creed.    And no, you don't have to be able to recite the Rocky movies to enjoy this.  (Although the references and visual cues are everywhere.)  It's a contemporary take on the often told tale.

Ah, Sylvester Stallone.  He joins the many actors who are back for one more shot at the Title -- and he is perfect.  He just plays OLD so well.

This oldster was with him all the way.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

For the Rest of Us

I've been invited to a Festivus Party.  Festivus sounded familiar and the hosts included a link to the Seinfeld episode that explains it all.  In the spirit of Larry David's idea of merriment, guests are expected to get up and share their grievances for the year.

Since I would never expose the endless loop of grievances that comprise my inner dialogue; and in the spirit of parlor games and with my tongue placed firmly in my cheek, here goes:

My grievance is with the grown men who have decided to become women.  These "women-come-lately" are getting way too much attention and praise.  These are the former men who never waited to get asked to the prom, who never took a job as a secretary.  They never got pregnant, or worried about getting their period.  They never marched for the ERA amendment or for equal pay.  They were never invited to the casting couch.

But now that women are graduating from college at a higher rate than men, are going in big numbers to medical and law school, now it's okay to want to become a woman.

And when they do cross over, they want to slather on the makeup and go for the cleavage.  Enough of these nouveau femmes!

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Here Comes Michael

Who will dislodge Donald Trump from the top of the Republican pack?  Will another Republican candidate be able to do it?  Or, one or more of the billionaire big-wigs?  For those of us who watch cable news this seems to be the ONLY news and the ONLY question.  And, so far, it's nobody.

So, when I read today that Michael Moore was putting on the gloves and stepping into the ring for round one vs. Trump, I was intrigued.  Is this just a publicity stunt for Moore's new documentary?  Or, does Moore think he (being the ultimate anti-Trump) can even things up a little bit?

I have long believed that Moore begat Bernie.  Yes, it was Moore who softened us up to accept and throw some love at another disheveled provacateur.

Looking at the title of Michael Moore's autobiography, I say "Here Comes Trouble" for Donald Trump.  I hope I'm right.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Life Under the Gun

It's scary out there, and in my mind as well.  It reminds me of when I was a girl during World Ward II.  The grownups would be talking in the other room and I could tell by their voices that they were scared.   Like when my friend MaryAnn Heileman decided she was my enemy and chased me down the block after school.

My father had just died.  That hadn't even sunk in.  I don't think of that time being about his death.  That only came way after when I was trying to explain things to myself.  As if I ever could.

My mother was traveling for work and when she was gone we were in the care of our maid Mattie. One night her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend came over.  They were talking about the Japs.  The boyfriend said the Japs skinned people alive.

Mattie told him to be quiet but it was too late.  It feels like that now.