I went back and looked, and apparently I have been watching a horror movie every Friday night, at home, by myself, since May 1st. The spouse continues to play poker on an app and look at his friends with Zoom, and it’s become a nice Friday tradition. I watched The Birds this week, and can I just say how fabulous Tippie Hedren is?? This wasn’t my first time watching Hitchcock’s film, but I’m always impressed again with Hendren’s ability to take charge, defend herself verbally, and engage in risky behavior without becoming a swooning damsel who, in those days, would get a slap and put to bed.
It’s too hot for picnics, but the spouse and I stayed in to watch Twister on Netflix. He sat on the floor in front of me while I did special effects, including blowing on his head during the windy parts, make windy noises, and shaking him and say “peeoww!” every time something exploded.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
Do I call it a poetic chicken book? Not sure, but The Egg & I by Betty MacDonald isn’t you’re average farm memoir. Paying attention to lyric sentences and distinct characterization, MacDonald started a career with her book about the agonies of fragile chickens, neighbors who light their barn on fire instead of removing the manure, and bountiful harvests they’ll never be able to eat entirely before the next year’s crop needs canning.
If you appreciate a slice-of-life story, you’re sure to get on well with The Turner House by Angela Flournoy. Before this book, I hadn’t encountered a slice-of-life novel, so if you prefer things wrapped up, try a different work of fiction. But, as some of you mentioned, life is always one slice at a time, and fiction stories are more realistic.
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
When Emily @ The Literary Elephant asked for recommendations of books by black authors, I decided to suggest some who aren’t commonly named. We all know the giants — Hurston, Morrison, Larsen, Angelou, Walker — but what about more contemporary authors who aren’t as well known? I included Leesa Cross-Smith, whose novel and first collection appeared at Grab, and learned that Cross-Smith just came out with a new collection! I bought it and gobbled it up like a Ring Pop. Come back Tuesday for my thoughts on So We Can Glow.
Birds have been my enemy my whole life. But something about being outside more during the pandemic, wearing my hearing airs more often. . . well, I can’t ignore the birds. Something inside me wanted to engage with these creatures more. Check out my review of The Bird Way: A New Look at How Birds Talk, Work, Play, Parent, and Think by Jennifer Ackerman on Thursday.
BOOK I’M READING ALOUD TO MY SPOUSE:
We’re all done with Glory Road by Robert Heinlein, and you can check out my thoughts on Goodreads. Beware, though. I’ve included spoilers because I wanted to capture my thoughts for future me.
We started a new book called East Pittsburgh Downlow by Dave Newman, whose writing has always resonated with me thanks to this smear between working-class and academic people that I don’t often see done well or interestingly. Flipping through the pages, the formatting is a bit unusual in a good way, and I’m looking forward to finding out why. Basically, the book is said to be about a former welder who becomes a professor who wants to write a book about a woman who wants to date a the best college wrestler ever.