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A break from chapter 23 revisions to write a post. All weekend I've been in distracted, novel-in-brain mode, only relieved by flurries of Doctor Who-ism. I still have quite a bit of work to do on the chapter, but I think I'll have it done by Wednesday.
I went to the LA Times Festival of Books today, which was fun. The weather was perfect - warm but not too hot. (Finally we have springtime, with no rain in the forecast!). I wandered around UCLA and looked at the various booths. Jim Krusoe and Chris Abani were on a panel this afternoon, but I didn't have a ticket, so instead I saw Erica Jong give a talk about her latest book and then went to a poetry reading by Eloise Klein Healy, which was sort of like going from the ridiculous to the sublime.
As a teenager I was a huge Erica Jong fan, and I still think her early poetry is good - but she's an example of someone clobbered by early fame. She complained today about how the critics loved her until she sold a lot of books, but the sad fact is, her books have gotten worse and worse over the years. (An exception is her book on Henry Miller from the early 90s, which was terrific.) She took herself to task for her narcissism, but, funny and likeable as she seems to be, I doubt she's gonna change her stripes at this juncture. Then again, I may end up picking up her new book, which is about her life as a writer (even though I loathe its title, Seducing the Demon).
Eloise, on the other hand, read some marvelous new poems written to Sappho, and I can hardly wait for the book to come out.
On the Who side of things, this weekend I watched the wonderfully cracktastic ( The Edge of Destruction... )
I wish I had time tonight to rewatch ( School Reunion. ) But alas, I'll probably be deep in chapter 23 revisions all evening. Back to it!
I went to the LA Times Festival of Books today, which was fun. The weather was perfect - warm but not too hot. (Finally we have springtime, with no rain in the forecast!). I wandered around UCLA and looked at the various booths. Jim Krusoe and Chris Abani were on a panel this afternoon, but I didn't have a ticket, so instead I saw Erica Jong give a talk about her latest book and then went to a poetry reading by Eloise Klein Healy, which was sort of like going from the ridiculous to the sublime.
As a teenager I was a huge Erica Jong fan, and I still think her early poetry is good - but she's an example of someone clobbered by early fame. She complained today about how the critics loved her until she sold a lot of books, but the sad fact is, her books have gotten worse and worse over the years. (An exception is her book on Henry Miller from the early 90s, which was terrific.) She took herself to task for her narcissism, but, funny and likeable as she seems to be, I doubt she's gonna change her stripes at this juncture. Then again, I may end up picking up her new book, which is about her life as a writer (even though I loathe its title, Seducing the Demon).
Eloise, on the other hand, read some marvelous new poems written to Sappho, and I can hardly wait for the book to come out.
On the Who side of things, this weekend I watched the wonderfully cracktastic ( The Edge of Destruction... )
I wish I had time tonight to rewatch ( School Reunion. ) But alas, I'll probably be deep in chapter 23 revisions all evening. Back to it!
