There is no greater excitement than starting a story. Finishing a story is satisfying, but in a different way - it's a worn-out, bleary-eyed kind of happiness. You almost don't even care. You don't really remember the thrilling beginning, the new idea becoming a narrative with real, live characters. Today…
My husband J and I were sitting on our bed in the dark, our dog snoring on her own little bed a few feet away. I was sitting with my chin on my drawn-up knees and trying to put into words why I'd had such a frustrating day. It was…
There are certain sounds that will be comforting forever: slippered feet on that creaky floor, early morning radio debates, water being poured into a kettle, screen doors sliding open. I stretch and kick the metal footboard as I had done every morning, and before I am fully myself I forget…
Breathless/À bout de souffle, 1960. I know, I know, I'm the last person alive to have not yet seen this movie. I won't give a review of it or anything, mostly because I'm terrible at reviews but also because nobody needs yet another review of this classic film. All I…
Solaris, 1972 - the original! This is another great movie I randomly borrowed from my local library branch (see my previous post if you want to read me gush about the selection there). I enjoyed some of the out-of-context quotes in this one, as you can see. Of course, I…
An Angel at My Table, 1990. A surprising find from my local library (I love you, Nose Hill branch), which reliably has the best movies. I really enjoyed this movie, the story of it, but the imagery was stunning as well. I admit I didn't know anything about Janet Frame…
