Season One of The Leftovers is absolutely fantastic. The Leftovers is a book written by Tom Perrotta. Here is Stephen King’s review.
In the show, they change a few things. In some ways, it’s successful. But, Season Two I suspect is too far south. Not as good - losing nuances, going too heavy on the screen format.
Very importantly, Max Richter does the score. Richter has just released a teaser for his new album ‘Sleep’. Teaser as in a very relaxing lullaby.
Here is the refrain from The Leftovers.
And below a variation (because, this is part of finding adaptations interesting). This version is fuller, more like eating a cake haha.
Perrotta also wrote a short story: Little Children.
Yes, also a very very good movie.
This trailer is way too dramatic - the tension in the film comes from very slow tracking, the sense of heat laying over a public swimming pool, and the claustrophobia of dense suburbia wrapped in trees.
In other news: I will never underestimate Jennifer Aniston (Arniston?) again. That’s two of the hottest men in the cinematic world.
Working on the difficult book at the moment. Here is some of the content I am looking at to figure out a rather difficult scene - I haven’t ever been in a riot, a demonstration or in any activist setting actually - so am wondering at the heat of the pressed bodies, and the fervour that makes people act together.
There’s been a lot of political activity here lately. Fees Must Fall - and they did. x The following links are not related to that - I am working on xenophobia and otherness at the moment.
Most especially mass movements, in streets. Be it violent and hideous - Kristallnacht - or idealist and genuine - the 1968 student revolutions (Paris) as well.
The VO sounds like the guy from Medical Detectives - the read certainly is, pauses after each few words. Score is similar as well.
This documentary Kristallmacht starts with footage ‘from an American family holidaying in Germany’ in 1939. Okay then… Though, I am reading ‘The Camomile Lawn’ at the moment and they’re all pretty oblivious too (set in 1940 I think). Here on Mary Wesley: So cool. On the lawns of love and loss. I like the part about Mary and one of the Baden-Powel sons.
And by ‘their’ I mean ‘their’. not mine. the person talking to me. It’s preposterous! Why would an author write another person’s story - especially a fiction writer?
It happens ALL the time. ALL the time. Then there are the film makers who want to tell you their film idea and then you will write the whole film. EVENTHO I AM A FICTIONWRITER.
The reason this is coming up, and in this tone, is because in my great big adventure of being brave and moving to Cape Town and living in Air BNB places before I find somewhere more permanent, I have met people I wouldn’t usually meet. So far, so good. But people find out I am a writer and often (before they’ve asked what I write) launch into ‘you should write my story’. That’s nice. But why don’t you write your own story?
What I can say is that I am developing new ideas about using life as content. I think I shall definitely use characteristics from the people I have met over the last few months. This week is the first time I have had an actual dampen-my-mood difficulty. But what I’ve learnt over the last ten years of being published (!) is … Write it anyway. It never really turns out like you think it will.
So, it’s September. I am up to my eyeballs in other people’s homes.
It’s time to find a home. In Cape Town. Must be Best Life. haha. I thought I coined this term, but apparently it’s an Oprah. And GQ too. But yes, Best Life.
Moved to Cape Town in June )this above, is not that). Was supposed to be February, but yes, in the wet windy winter I made it here :) It’s Spring now, not violently and beautifully like it is in Joburg, but yes, Spring. Interesting to know now that my Spring feelings are Joburg based, not seasonal based.
Classified as temporary, I have clothes, my cat and my printer. Staying in AirBnB (gathering info for next books haha, shew), at 35 it seems a rather backwards move? But no, it’s about freedom and finding a part of myself that I haven’t really paid attention to. And if I get anxious about age and that crawl, I remind myself of a few things. Like, if I was younger, I would have missed experiencing the 90s in the way that I did (defined as weird, but sincere, it’s a good combo) and I wouldn’t have understood Apartheid in the way that I do (we had it as a brutal coming of age story, I was 10 in 1990 and 14 in 1994) or thought that wasabi was avo and not been embarrassed about that. I wouldn’t have got Kate Moss as a model (can u imagine the trauma of Cindy Crawford as the epitome of beauty, or the ridiculousness of Miley Cyrus?) and irony was irony, not ironic.
Anna Peters going very well :) More on that another time, I am still processing. Will upload Cape Town pics soon. I have a drive between Hout Bay and town (horse farm to apartment, or around) and I drive along the coastal road and I swear, ‘Fuck! That’s so beautiful.’
As mentioned, this is a new departure for me. Not literary fiction, but a (hopefully) lighthearted funny food novel. Feel very different about this book. Very. I also feel very differently about this year …. I learnt some things last year, some good stuff. Also, and yes, this feels like a boast, but it isn’t because I am not … yet …. successful in the way that I would like to be, but three novels at the age of 34. That makes me happy. I feel quite relaxed. And very excited for my next one.
Summer is ridiculously hot at the moment - the last of it, that stage where it blasts itself into oblivion, parching all the trees. After a month in Antigua - also very hot - I am in need of a cool chill. I’ve started reading again - been devouring books. And I have a horse that I will be riding regularly - I usually ride different horses. He’s big - bigger than the last horse - and I have found riding him extreeeemeley tiring, so I guess I will need to get fitter? Also, autumn will be easier as well, but yeah, he’s a heavier horse than Temptation. I’ll put a picture up :)
Here is a body. Look at it! This is fit.
I see the freeze frame shows his padded package. Ladies, Sergei is straight. This is a ballet dancer man who likes the ladies. Possibly a histrionic ballet dancer. A few days after a break up, he quit his job at the London Ballet. Tho, now he is in Russia and seems to be joining the pop culture land. I think I read somewhere that he said the London Ballet was killing his creativity - he felt like a dead artist. London makes me feel dead. I was there, now, in the sludge of a January morning, before 8am. The day at the British Museum - which is actually a bizarre place … SO many pillaged treasures. Anyway, I digress.
If you didn’t know, ballet has been … trending ..? for the last few years. Here’s AOL’s cityballet. It’s great that people have started dancing again, but trends do make me feel uneasy. In this case tho - DANCE - can only be good. Take a look at this man’s leaps! But, still, trends ….
If you haven’t got into watching shorts online yet (not a trend, but the new world order), start with the ballet and the head on over to … High Maintenance! Watch in order (the first season is free), then bask in the enjoyment that is Matthew from Downton, alive and in Brooklyn.
While on the subject of Brooklyn, I am reading a book called ‘Proust is a neuroscientist.’. The first chapter is about Whitman, with a picture of him in 1854. I shall find it for you to show you - well, he’s hot. And, he’s very well dressed for 2015, and for Brooklyn, where he lived. After reading the chapter, I tried to sleep in this heat. The book says:’… He collected his “leaves” - printed lingo for pages - of “grass” - what printers called compositions of little value …’
Here is Whitman, 35 - Fulton Street, Brooklyn. Picture at the front of ‘Leaves of Grass,’ his first poetry book. Look at that face, that pose. This is a man who wrote about the body as soul as body as soul. Or, sex. Depending on how outraged you were in 1854.
I ate white potatoes three times in 24 hours yesterday (stay with me, this is related). If you get arthritis you might know that potatoes are actually poisonous? It’s fair to say I was in quite a lot of pain (English euphemism alert). I dreamt that I was running after Whitman’s pages, in a wind, in a grassy street in Brooklyn, and that if I caught up with them and read them, I would understand the … celestial-ness of the poetry and the pain would subside. Through poetry ;)
My new book is on its way! I think it’s still called Anna Peters Learns to Cook, but that might change. Bugbear of life: the other Kathryn Whites who are authors. I mean, really. Anna Peters is a rom-com slash recipe book - think Nora Ephron’s Heartburn (obvs, that would be the high point of achievement), so am hoping I don’t encounter situations where my name is confused w other Kathrynx3. While this has happened in the past, in the literary fiction sub-sub-sub category it has been pretty easy to see that my books are not the same as theirs.
Anyway. Also, in news, Random House and Penguin have merged - as I am sure you know. So now I am published by Penguin Random House Umuzi. Haha. Isn’t life weird - you ALWAYS get what you ask for. When I was a kid, Puffin books were my first experience. So growing up I wanted to be published by Penguin. As an adult, Random House became the very best choice as a publisher. Now, both. Ha! x
In more news. Family holiday in Antigua. Where my family live. Xmas, New Years, sun, mozzies, food, lovely.
That’s it. No pictures yet. Have cleaned my laptop out of 2014 and haven’t made new visuals folder yet.