I continue to do this weird twisty sort of dance to keep people at least six feet away from me while I’m in public. When Indiana’s governor laid out the step-by-step plan for re-opening the economy, it seemed reasonable, but now that I’m living by the plan, it feels like we’re racing toward a second wave of infections. I’ve seen local businesses proudly writing on their Facebook pages that while employees must wear masks inside stores, customers don’t have to. They don’t even write “optional.” The diction is designed to appeal to those who think masks are foolish, for liberals, or useless. Guess which businesses I no longer patronize. #RIPfroyo
Friday night I did another solo date, making a living room pillow pile, popping some corn, and watching Happy Death Day 2U, which did not deserve all those poor viewer ratings. It’s still horror with a bit of humor, but now they’ve added in science fiction. Sure, Ryan and the dean were played by subpar actors, but they’re not even the main characters.
We did another movie theater parking lot picnic on Saturday, which was the best we could do to celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary. The spot where we put the picnic blanket is getting so wild because the cinema isn’t out mowing right now. I told the spouse we were lions on the savanna so I would feel brave for one second.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
The more I read Flannery O’Connor’s stories, the more I realize this is a lady who would fixate on an idea and write and write and write about it. Each week, the stories shift a bit, but are also quite similar in theme. Week #3 had a lot of children who watched over adults in various ways. I would argue O’Connor isn’t the best at writing children, possibly because she didn’t have any and doesn’t write fondly of them in her personal letters. If you missed the discussion for Week #3, the conversation is still going on.
Brand-new Big Summer by Jennifer Weiner was a fun, fat-positive read with interesting characters and a plot I couldn’t guess. The author captures NYC in a way that seems real, but doesn’t fail to make a picturesque Maine beach-side wedding, either.
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
It’s going to be impossible to avoid a conversation about writers and one about mothers and sons in the discussion of A Month of Flannery O’Connor Week #4. They’re everywhere. I look forward to doing the research and writing this post for Tuesday. If you can get your hands on any of these stories, please join us:
- A View of the Woods
- The Enduring Chill
- The Comforts of Home
- Everything That Rises Must Converge
- The Partridge Festival
- The Lame Shall Enter First
- Why Do the Heathen Rage?
I’ve read that people in other countries are surprised by the protests in the United States after George Floyd died at the hands of a police office. Martin Luther King, Jr. said in the speech “Other America” the following:
Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard. And what is it that America has failed to hear?You can read a larger section of the speech, including why MLK understands riots, though he always condemns them and violence on this site.
One way that artist-activists speak out against police violence that goes unchecked and unpunished, never even going through the justice system, is in poetry. Although jessica Care moore’s collection We Want Our Bodies Back came out in March, it speaks deeply to a pattern of violence perpetrated on black and brown bodies that makes it feel like it was written yesterday. My review will be posted Thursday.
BOOK I’M READING ALOUD TO MY SPOUSE:
Glory Road by Robert A. Heinlein is proving to be some science fiction fun. Although the author is known for objectifying women, the lead female protagonist is an Amazon of a woman, standing in battle situations on her own, yet relying on the faulty human she’s enlisted to lead her quest to come up with unconventional fixes to sticky situations. As a former soldier, he has skills, but he’s also a self-confirmed coward and total smart-ass book nerd. The spouse pointed out that I gave the third member of team, a sort of servant named Rufo, the voice of Malak from the 1984 film Conan the Destroyer, which was unintentional and cracks me up.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE: