I’m afraid most of my energy this week has gone into fixing up my house. I’ve been taking out baseboards, taking things off the wall, filling holes and sanding, buying new blinds, and gathering all the tools to paint some walls. It’s a lot of work but I know I’ll have a great sense of satisfaction when I’m done. In the meanwhile, I’ve been thinking about what to do for my blog. My interest in AWOL has flagged a bit — too much gratuitous violence and fantasy for me — although I will get back to it soon, I’m sure. I have my Rachel Carson book, but then I need a mystery for my Mystery Monday Meme so I’ve downloaded a likely candidate to my ipad.
I thought I’d do a classic movie review. Sometime in the past few months, I must have been out shopping and browsing through inexpensive books and DVDs, because when tidying up my DVDs into the new shelving unit, I was sure I had noticed the classic movie, The Four Feathers. Aha! I thought. That’s what I’ll do. I remember watching it years ago on Saturday Night at the Movies (ah, Elwy — you’re missed). Of course, my shelving unit with all my DVDs had been moved, so the DVDs are all in stacks on the floor. I patiently went through them all, and eventually found it. As I was heading toward the living room to put it into my laptop, I had the strangest experience. I didn’t recognize any of the names of actors on the cover. It’s not the classic 1939 version at all, but the 2002 remake directed by someone I’d never heard of before, Shekhar Kapur (my loss, I’m sure). I was disappointed — mostly, with myself for not checking more carefully when purchasing. However, I watched it after going online and buying the 1939 version by the Korda brothers. I’ll watch the classic movie in the next few days and do a review of both with some of the background information as well.
In between all this, I picked up a book that’s been hiding in my nightstand drawer for several years. I remember going to the National Library here in Ottawa (now the Library and Archives of Canada — there are a number of people in our government who have a thing about renaming traditional institutions on a whim, such as The Museum of Man becoming The Museum of Nature and The Museum of Civilization becoming. . . oh, I can’t remember what we’re calling it now) to hear an author speak. I’d seen it advertised in the paper and thought it’d be a neat thing to do. The author was Tim O’Brien and the book was called The Things They Carried. It was an interesting evening and I bought the book. I was still working at the time though, and so, after it fell on my face several nights in a row while reading in bed, it got relegated to the drawer in the nightstand, where it, at least, didn’t gather dust. I’m quite enjoying it now, and expect it will be the first one I finish after my mystery for Monday. (A short one that takes place in Australia; I doff my hat to my new Aussie blogger friends.) Looking forward to that as well. Not telling what it is — you’ll have to wait and see.
So, that’s it for today. I watched Swing Kids and reviewed it instead of the Korda movie, I’m reading the O’Brien novel, and I may go to see a new movie tomorrow based on a classic novel, Far From the Madding Crowd. The only thing for sure at this point, is that Monday will be a mystery review.