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I feel like they're going to announce Joni Mitchell any minute.
It was quite the experience reading all of those names and people's sadness with the passing of all of
those famous people.
And I just posted on FB wondering who's going to remix that Righteous Brothers song "Rock'n'Roll Heaven" for 2016... that will teach me to try and be humorous when it's clearly end times. Fuck.
You know, I didn't see too many people on Facebook saying "Fuck 2016" in conjunction with posts about Castro's death.
Plus a lot of people just plain hated him. He was no Prince.
Very very sad.
Hello friends, this is Lynne Maxwell posting for Sue Russell, my partner of 27 years.
I wanted to let you know that Sue passed away yesterday, November 27th in the afternoon. As you probably know, Sue was diagnosed with a rare aggressive I cancer approximately approximately 4 1/2 years ago, and has been doing her best to live life in the face of death. Recently the tumors proliferated and Sue became increasingly week. After five days in home hospice, she's succumbed suddenly.
I wanted you all to know how your support mattered. Thanks all from Sue and from me.
Requiescat in pacem.
May her memory be a blessing
A celebration of Sue's life to be held this spring. Informal shiva held this Wednesday night at seven, 718 S. Mildred St., Philadelphia at the home of Jeff Lesser. Thanks all
Yes, fuck 2016.
Sue and her partner were here way back , as DG mentioned above, we took them to the Opry. But I also saw Sue when I was in Philadelphia three years ago; we had a wonderful breakfast together at the Reading Terminal. We swapped many books over the years too. I feel so sad.
I tried to get her back in, just not interested but maybe a few of could nudge her a bit
BTW where is lynn r and Pat D ?
Yes, Lisa, they were. I remember because it was the first time I met them. Also, there was a gathering at the top of the Marriott Times Square when I was staying there on business. I think it was me, you, Sue R, JanetL, Sue O'D, Nan, and Susanne D (Remember her? She's written a bunch of books since then). I recall that Sue came with a pile of sheet music that she had just purchased at that old music store.
I'm sad that she's gone.
It was one of the highlights of my project of watching every John Huston movie last year.
I mean it wasn't like he was trying the Night Stalker, but it did get a lot of publicity and he just couldn't get her to take any of it seriously.
The very best stories I have are all from the Beverly Hills courthouse - it's just a different world I tell you.
Wealthy celebrities and just some of the wives in general shoplifted like crazy because they were just plain bored or their psychiatrists would come in with a bunch of psychobabble explanations why they shouldn't be held responsible (At that time BH had more psychiatrists per capita than anywhere else.) And these women would often beg for public defenders since they didn't want their husbands to find out.
It was the only place where I would get phone calls from victims on the day of preliminary hearings (usually for theft) telling me that they couldn't make it to court that day because they were having their nails done or their astrologer said it was a bad day for them. I mean they didn't even realize how ridiculous that sounded.
Another story, a group of very indignant ladies with their Chanel and Gucci purses march into my office demanding that their neighbor be arrested. I politely asked who he was and what he did and explained that they first should call the police if they were reporting a crime and not come straight to the DA's office. That didn't even slow them down. They proceeded to tell me their complaint. Apparently one of the houses on Sunset Blvd. had just been bought by a son of a Sultan from Brunei (or some place like that) and he had painted pubic hair on all the statues in the front of his house. I then told them that this was a civil matter and we couldn't help them. They were not happy. Incidentally I did drive by that place and it was hilarious - his father found out and made him move home when the house was featured in some local newspaper .
It was also a very white populace and I can't tell you the number of times I would ask (older) witnesses on the stand to point out the defendant in court only to have them point out the poor black bailiff standing behind the council table.
It was just a different place. The people there loved their police department who in turn loved them back. Every year there was the annual Black and White Ball for the cops and it was a big deal. I don't know whether it was just living in this bubble or just feeling so entitled but you never knew what to expect when you worked there. So the whole Zsa Zsa thing wasn't that rare an experience - it just happened to be caught on camera.
Actually, that sounds like an awful place.
This year better end quickly, I don't think we can afford to lose too many more singers....
To Sir With Love author ER Braithwaite
This was a seminal book for me in jr hi, one that definitely influenced my decision to be a teacher. I had no idea of his background - in fact probably associate it with Poitier, who played the lead in the movie, forgetting who wrote the darn thing.
BTW a rather comprehensive list of the artists and famous people we lost this year
"Evacuate! Everyone evacuate right now!"
Queen Emerald Jewelclaw, for once in her life, wanted never to see her home ever again.
Flames danced, killing whatever plant was in his path. The ancient god sent sparks flying. Cackle, cackle. Snarl! The fire God, Flames, threatened to destroy the giant Crystalwing city.
"Curse you, Flames!" shouted Emerald. "And," thought Emerald, "Curse you Angel!" The Crystalwing god Angel had betrayed the tribe. The WHOLE tribe.
Just then, a guard hurried up. "Your Majesty. The packing of your gems has finished."
"WHAT?" yelled Emerald. "I only said: Everyone, bring your eggs, and family! Thats all I really want from you!" "Then," she said, "But if my treasure is all packed up, you can bring it."
Quickly, the guard ran off to tell General Opal Starstorm. He left Emerald Jewelclaw back to wondering, "Why was there a forestfire? There are never fires in the tropics."
And that was how it all began.
This is the prologue to a piece my 8-year old is writing. I've cleaned up a little of her spelling, but nothing else. Is it my imagination, or does she write much better than you average 8-year old?
When I asked her about the bit regarding Queen Emerald's gems, for example, she said she wanted to show the Queen seemed good, but was greedy. Do kids of her age know that they can suggest things with their writing without actually spelling them out?
In the past, she has described the actions of characters well before actually telling us WHO they are? I don't remember doing that when I wrote things in elementary school. But, I could be mistaken.
So, I have to ask: What do people think? (And, it's OK to say NO. I won't take offense.)
His is a voice that has been with me for much of my reading life. When I used to take art classes at the Albright Knox back in high school, I would always buy a book from the museum shop while I was there. About Looking was one of the first. So in a weird way I associate him with Motherwell and Rothko, because I began reading it on the bench in the room that had their works displayed.
King: A Street Story by John Berger
The golden age of The Village Voice,how the mighty have fallen.
Here in wonderful Canada we have laws that prohibit this type of free speech. We also have strict laws about gun controls. But down south, Americans are so obsessed with their right to free speech and their right to bear arms that everyone is either trampling over one another or killing one another. I'm happy we have laws against hateful speech up here. Nazis marching in a predominantly Jewish neighbourhood where there was probably a high percentage of Holocaust survivors living at the time is not kosher.
This is generally when actual harm is understood to be imminent. In the US it is illegal to make a death threat, for example, although even here such speech is judged according to the likelihood that it will be actually carried out. Another example of limitations on speech are laws against fraud. You can't lie to people about something you are doing or selling or a service you are providing, and claim free speech. That is regarded as a breach of contract. So you can't put "GMO free" on your food label if the product is not, in fact, GMO free.
Otherwise, anything goes, pretty much. Nazis are free to march, and everyone else is free to protest them.
I work for the largest university in Canada and since the election inquiiries bout admissions here has risen 75% over the same time last year. The information hotline for immigration crashed the night after the election. Of course you can't desert your homes and your families and your jobs but the future looks very frightening. Good luck to all!
We have a group here, some Baptist group that disrupts funerals of all things. SCOTUS agreed they could - but that didn't stop people from becoming 'angels', with huge cardboard wings that when the stood together were able to separate them from the mourners. So there are ways to fight back.
I am with Cindy about the gun thing though. I find it impossible to understand owning a gun as a "human right."
I think where the US falters in terms of free speech is not it its "everything is allowed" attitude, but in the fact that with the freedom to speak comes a demand for accountability and responsibility. We can say whatever we want, but are aghast when we are held accountable for what we say. We can listen to whatever we want, but never seem to grasp that it is our own responsibility to think about what we hear, assess it, judge it, decide whether it is worth paying attention to. There are people in this country -- enough of them to elect Trump president -- whose idea of a political discussion is a twitter storm.
We all want the freedom to speak, but few of us want the responsibility of having to really listen. It's a kind of collective wilfull ignorance that I don't forgive.
To a certain extent, I kinda wish the Founding Fathers had also included a Bill of Responsibilities in the Constitution. I'm all for freedom, but because we live in a society NO action we take comes without consequences for others. And, thus, our freedoms are inextricably bound to those of others which means we must always be aware of our responsibility to others.
Canada has free speech "within reasonable limits." There's a reason why we're all so "polite." :) How those limits are defined is the catch. I'm a free speech person, including the right for asshole KKK to march because the shoe could be on the other foot, easily enough. Streep's, fairly mild speech, and the outrage that followed, is a good example of this. I'll also chime in that that Canada was on edge of where you are for the past 8 years, when we had Harper as Prime Minister, so we're pretty freaked out too.
Sten, I like the Bill of Responsibilities idea.
On topic-the Museum of Human Rights in Winnipeg is just overwhelming, moving and very very disturbing-in a very informative light.If any of you can get to Winnipeg this museum is a must to visit.
Not only is it architecturally stunning on the outside and inside, but the exhibits and the history of atrocities against people in Canada and around the world over the centuries is just very painful
to see. But its a hopeful museum and just fantastic. Miriam, I was staying at a hotel right across the very busy street from the museum.I am so happy I got to see it...totally made the trip worthwhile. I of course also visited the corner where the general strike took place about a century ago. I am a big union man and was in town for a national union conference. The national union
is having it's national conference in two years in Winnipeg to commemorate the Winnipeg Strike.
Americans didn't suffer what Continental Europeans did in the WWII. It may be as simple as that; at any rate, I always thought of that element as at least a partial excuse for American attitudes. I was born long after the war but its effects were still so felt, so omnipresent (and still are) the idea that any country could allow a Nazi march through a Jewish neighbourhood makes my blood boil. (It's not news per se--I was living in Manhattan when, for example, the KKK came to protest.)
And, frankly, after the triumph of the absolute worst in American society, can we really be completely confident about the strength of American antifascist strain? My very first impressions of the US were of a savage, and ironically, totalitarian country, with the most vulgar, jingoistic nationalism and capitalist consumerism constituting the unassailable ("or else") all-American party line. That was in 1992. Quarter of a century later, I can't even muster the words to express how it impresses me now.
Apologies for going on, I just wanted to note that considering Nazism and one ordinary citizen's verbal critique so oblique it doesn't even name its subject under some umbrella category doesn't make sense.
Here's the thing .... the way that Congress, for example, is supposed to function ... by Constitution and by tradition ... is not the way that it actually functions in recent years. I could bore you with details but I'd like to keep my boring posts to a minimum.
So you could teach all the civics you want, but the PRACTICE of government is so different than the textbook examples.
And perhaps a partial explanation for why Nazi anti-semitic rhetoric is not taboo in this country, but KKK white-supremecist rhetoric is.
Not to argue, but I wouldn't say that was the case in Louisiana then, and I don't know how taboo it can be today, given what just won the presidency, and what Trump and his side have already started doing.
But in any case, that difference, if real, would be another thing showing how nonsensical are the usual American constructs of "free speech".
rarely in touch but I sent him a new year's greeting and commented on what a wild year it has been for the U.S. elections (from a very young age he was obsessed with the primary system and a huge McGovern fan). He wrote back that he just doesn't have the feeling to do his job anymore, or to pursue his field. He feels so defeated and depressed by the entire political situation that he doesn't know how he can continue teaching. It was a very disturbing response because I know he loves his job and his students love him too based on their ratings,but he sounded very very sad.
And teep, I agree with you about the ideal versus reality in how govt works. But people need to know what the ideal is, for them to work to make it somewhat reality at least.
>134 alans: That is so sad - I bet he's discouraged. BTW there was a cartoon a while back in the NYer that struck home with me: two professor type guys sitting in an office - one says 'those who forget history are condemned to repeat it', the other replies 'those who remember history are condemned to watch others repeat it sigh
I was born long after the war but its effects were still so felt, so omnipresent (and still are) the idea that any country could allow a Nazi march through a Jewish neighbourhood makes my blood boil. (It's not news per se--I was living in Manhattan when, for example, the KKK came to protest.)
I totally get that gut reaction - the idea of it repulses me still, but Ive also been taught how slippery a slope it is to stop someones right to free speech. I do think you are right about WWII in Europe versus US - which partly accounts for the difference in attitude. And yet - even with the strict laws you have in Europe, the Nazis and their ilk seem to be making a comeback. ....
Re our recent election - what gets me is that every single thing that Trump did or said that was offensive, would have been by itself enough to boot any other candidate off the political stage (remember Dean's supposed anger when he celebrated his win? Or when McGovern's VP choice had to back off because he had treatment for mental illness?) The media kept reporting each one, and for each there was a huge backlash. But it didn't seem to matter - it was like the flood gates somehow were opened and nothing he said could cause the gates to close. I dunno - maybe the habits of posting on internet and social media have let down barriers, maybe the msm constant news is keeping people from paying attention to what is happening? What I do know is that I have never been more fearful for our future than I am now.
Also on libraries and Canadian human rights issues, I recently had the total honor of writing about a library in Saskatchewan that's part of the national Truth and Reconciliation movement (and I see that your school is part of this, Mir—very cool). I don't know what the nitty gritty politics of Truth and Reconciliation are like from inside, but it was interesting to research in depth something I had only the most passing knowledge about, and talk to some of the people involved.
Free speech... yeah, a slippery slope, but to me a very clear-cut one (and it probably helped me to be reading Nat Hentoff in 1978). I support the ACLU and what it stands for pretty unequivocally, even when it's ugly. I've been thinking about that because I find myself doing a lot more driving on the weekends lately and listening to more talk radio on Sundays, when the airwaves here kind of suck (really, WFUV, an entire half day of Irish music? for the past ten or whatever years, too), and I've been listening to a lot of the commentary around the trial for Dylann Roof, who murdered nine people in a South Carolina African American church in 2015 for purposes, he says, of starting a race war. There is a call for forgiveness on the part of the SC community, and then also a call for using the death penalty to draw an unyielding line in the sand to show that this is unacceptable. I'm anti-death penalty myself, at least in theory—no one I care about has ever been murdered, and if someone kicked my dog on the street I would honestly want to see them burn on the spot. But I see the point of those advocating for it in this case. But of course "in this case" is the slipperiest of slopes, so you almost have to revert to an imperfect binary yes-or-no stance—which is where I personally remain on First Amendment issues. But no, it's not always easy to stand there.
I'm posting here because, for me, this is a milestone.
For most of my adult life, I've fantasized about someday having a real library for all my books. My ideal went something like this: a lovely fireplace, real mahogany furniture and bookcases, a great, big, overstuffed reading chair with a big, cushy ottoman, a traditional floor lamp, a separate glassed bookcase for my Shakespeare/Elizabethan collection and treasured 1st editions, and William Morris designer fabric curtains.
Yeah, I know. Kind of boring and champagne taste with a beer pocketbook, but that's what I've always wanted.
However, thanks to my warm, generous family, and my son's muscle, I will soon be realizing this dream. Or something very close to it.
My son cleared out one of my spare bedrooms and stripped it down to bare bones. He scrubbed the walls, painted them Analytical Gray (which is an interesting color dependent upon the lighting... sometimes looks very light olive/sage green, sometimes looks gray), and replaced the baseboard trim.
The furniture: I priced solid wood bookcases and ruled those out right off the bat. However, after much searching, I was able to find five solid wood frame and shelves open bookcases. We sanded them down and stained them a beautiful mahogany. They wound up having sort of a rough-hewn look which I love. After looking hard and long, I found a separate, smaller, glass-doored, mahogany case for my Shakespeare stuff, a simple but pretty one-drawer mahogany end table with an open bottom shelf for my always present TBR stack, a custom ordered overstuffed reading chair (couldn't justify the matching ottoman price, instead found one that closely matches), and an obscenely expensive (for me) large mahogany corner desk with two file ready drawers, 4 regular sized drawers and a unique, 12" X 48" hutch with little drawers to sit on the left top surface of the desk.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I also went the designer fabric route for my curtains (I'm really not a snob that way, but I fell in love with a certain fabric), which was no small drama in price and procurement. We have no William Morris showcases in our area (the WM Web site availability was a too complicated process), but I found a British woman on Etsy willing to buy the material over there and make the curtains for me. I had her make a lumbar pillow cover first, so I could see the material and workmanship in person. Cannot wait for those to arrive.
No fireplace, though. It's a small room as libraries go, plus, it'd never get any use in Florida. I hate the light colored wood flooring in this room and wanted to replace it, but I sacrificed that for my curtains figuring I can always buy an area rug.
No pictures to share, yet. Still much to do, as I'm only now in the process of sorting out my books (stopped counting at 600+), and agonizing over how I'm going to arrange and probably purge them, still fussing over the furniture layout (despite measuring and re-measuring, and measuring some more, I'm having a hard time deciding where and how to place this huge desk), have nothing picked out for wall art, still need to replace the two closet doors, and I'm going to treat myself to a wall-mounted 4K TV and a new computer. My son keeps joking that they'll probably have to physically drag me out of the room once it's done. He's probably right.
How I would love to have a larger space to make an honest-to-goodness appropriately sized library, but this scaled down version is more than I ever expected to realize.
Please pardon the indulgence of this post, but if there's one group of people who can understand my wanting to share this, it's yous guys and gals.
But Nicki's right: you are a tease. I'm just going to sit here and tap my feet until you post photos.
Bear in mind, due to my back and my son's availability, this has been a slow go.
But, yes. There will be pics (don't expect any grand House and Garden pics... remember this was once just a spare bedroom), and I won't consider it complete until I get my curtains.
(Pat, great milestone post. I love your library description and I'm looking forward to the pictures)
No one is certain of the fallen tree’s age, but it is thought to have lived at least a thousand years. Any tribute I could give it would be fatuous; the tree was older than the language in which I can write.
That's sad about the tunnel tree - there are others, though, particularly on the Redwood Highway further north.
Also, I was more Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman (MH2) than Mary Tyler Moore.
I remember seeing "Midnight Express" in the theater with friends because I was so freakin' affected by that movie. There were a lot of movies about drugs in the '70's, but very few of them rang true... except for "Panic in Needle Park" and "Midnight Express." Don't ask me how I know this.
I thought both Hurt and Davis deserved Oscars, and every time I hear a disparaging remark about Oliver Stone, I think to myself, "Yeah, but it was his fabulous screenplay adaptation behind ME."
John Hurt just seemed the consummate actor.
"Since its founding on Madison Street in 1984, Magic Tree has become Oak Park's community bookstore and an important resource in the Chicago metropolitan area. After the move to its present location on Oak Park Avenue, the store became well-known for its special events. A highlight was the midnight introduction of each of the Harry Potter books. Oak Park Avenue was closed to traffic for a giant block party that attracted people from around the country. The 2003 party was covered by national media including the New York Times."
Here's another sad milestone: Schoenhof's Bookstore is closing its physical store after 161 years.
Never read the children's books, but loved her two memoirs.
Maurice’s Room Was a little young for me at the time but I have never stopped reading children's books. I liked that so I read everything that I saw of hers.
I have always been the kind of reader that once I find an author I like, I read everything they write. Including authors who hang around here -- watch it! LOL!
This hurts. I loved her books. Flossie and the Fox is the one I remember best, but also Mirandy and Brother Wind. Flossie sticks with me though because as a bookseller I remember that it was one of the first books besides Snowy Day that featured a black character and I still could convince white people to buy.
Unlike, I think, many of my generation, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance did not make a huge impression on me, although I thought it was worth reading. No great life lessons from it, though. For some reason I associate it in my head with a host of pop philosophy/spirituality books and the motorcycle trip registered not much at all. I suppose because I had been reading Steinbeck's Travels with Charley around the same time. I should probably re-read it.
I remember Zen chiefly because it sparked my interest in the Greek Sophists, and rhetorics, and for the description what it was like to be treated with electroshock therapy.
Jonathan Demme. I am sad. He's all tied up with my 20s, Talking Heads (for obvious reasons) who I adore, and one of the tensest movie viewing experience of my life -- Something Wild (even tenser then Ostermann Weekend, I think) -- which I went to see on my birthday thinking it was romantic comedy. Shit, was I wrong.
Carla, you need to understand, was a friend from way, way back in the day -- we were baby booksellers together at Reading International back in the 80s. And while life took us in separate directions, we both reconnected periodically because the book business is like that. I went from bookstore to bookstore, she ended up at Houghton Mifflin, so we'd chat and reminisce whenever it came time for me to call her and place an order. We'd see each other in person at trade shows and what not. which I know sounds boring, but really we both "grew up" in the book business and learned the ropes together back at that first store -- we're the same age, faced many of the same challenges, watched our business transform itself, and neither of us ever let go our passion for books. And really I can't understand how Carla can no longer be with us.
This is such a season of loss, or maybe I'm just feeling it myself. My dear, dear friend of nearly 34 years, Dena Santoro, died Monday night of complications from metastatic breast cancer. She was an excellent writer, and did some great profiles of artists for Bloom. She was a North Star kind of friend, always present and concerned and up for something interesting. I just can't quite envision the world without her in it.
I'll always be especially grateful to Kay, personally, because of the advice and encouragement she gave me when I first began to seriously write poetry. She even helped me get something published, which was above and beyond. She was a teacher and a mentor through and through -- instinctively generous and someone who brought the best out in others. She was also an activist and advocate for the arts right up until the end, and sort of awesome in her fury at NC's current despicable government.
It's hard to image what this state will sound like, without her voice in it.
Curious what he thought of how the Batman story has been played on the big screen. Did he have a fav actor, or movie?
Here are some photographs of me and my handsome groom:
Congrats btw, there's hope for me yet. I've been with mine 15 years.
It's just a terrible thing that he's no longer able to do it.
And I do have a kind of odd association with his work because Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror was a book I read and talked about with my very last boyfriend way back in the mid 80s -- who was also, incidentally, one of the first people who was willing to talk about books and poems the way I wanted to talk about them, in personal terms and not sounding like we'd both been raised in a lit crit course. In fact, Jimmy introduced me to a ton of writers that never made it into any of my lit classes at my Jesuit college: Ashbery, Auden, Burroughs, Jean Genet, Alan Ginsburg, Henry Miller, Pynchon, Flann O'Brien, the biographer Richard Elmann, and all the great Latin American writers of the time...looking back on it now the slant of his favorite books probably should have told me something.
One of my favorite books:
The Lady Who Liked Clean Restrooms: The Chronicle Of One Of The Strangest Stories Ever To Be Rumoured About Around New York
by J. P. Donleavy
All the old rockers are falling one by one, but this one feels way too soon.
First time I saw The Heartbreakers was in 1982 at the old Hollywood Sportatorium. Last time was at their big Homecoming Concert in Gainesville, which was really a special event. His live shows were second only to Springsteen's, and I've kept my XM/Sirius subscription all these years solely because of The Tom Petty Channel. The past couple years, it's all the radio I listened to. Besides having the best taste in music, Tom was one of music's great wits. I don't know how many times I'd be driving, or stopped at a traffic light, and he'd say something that made me laugh out loud. So, it's not like some irrelevant rocker gone to meet his maker. It almost feels like lost companionship.
Plus he was a productive, successful stoner, which I always approve of.
I watched some Youtube video of his last show of the 40 yr. Anniversary Tour in L.A. just a few nights ago. and oh my. It was pretty damn obvious he wasn't well.
This is the very first song I heard by him. I was listening to my favorite FM college station out of New Haven, CT one night and they played a live version of "Breakdown." That was all she wrote. I was hooked for life.
I was sad about Prince and especially David Bowie passing, but Tom Petty was something special for me and I’m still pretty broken up about his death.
They're still playing all the celebrity/fan testimonials in between the music, which have been so touching. Did you hear the call-in from Dhani Harrison (George's son)? He said Tom became like a surrogate dad for him after his father died. I've mostly been struck by how many younger fans are calling in reminiscing about bonding, as children, with a parent behind his music. I loved the one story this girl told about her dad taking her to a Heartbreakers' concert when she was 8 yrs. old (!).
Loved the tribute by the UF fans at their Homecoming game:
Ive enjoyed being here in LT - gotten to know other people on other sites who also love reading. And it looks like we've had some new folks in with us. Any idea how many?
Original cancer is back and it's spread. I've known for a couple weeks. I'm completely at peace in terms of it just being my time.
This is THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. I am not fighting, hating, or cursing this. It is my precious body, and I will NOT have it. It helps no one. Keep it to yourself.
My motto now is "peaceful, chill, and groovy."
That's all for now. My hospice nurse is here. I am being supported so beautifully. More soon.
I'm at peace.
It seems weirdly appropriate that "Z" remains unwritten, though.
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Hello Dear Readers. This is Sue's daughter, Jamie. I am sorry to tell you all that Sue passed away last night after a two year battle with cancer. She was surrounded by family, including her devoted and adoring husband Steve. Although we knew this was coming, it was unexpected and fast. She had been fine up until just a few days ago, and then things moved quickly. Sue always said that she would continue writing as long as she had the juice. Many of you also know that she was adamant that her books would never be turned into movies or TV shows, and in that same vein, she would never allow a ghost writer to write in her name. Because of all of those things, and out of the deep abiding love and respect for our dear sweet Sue, as far as we in the family are concerned, the alphabet now ends at Y. "
Sorry to say that the only thing I saw her in was Hollywood Squares, which I loved, and loved her in it. Knew she was hearing impaired, didn't realize she had surgery to correct it. Wonder what type of surgery; in 1967 I don't think coclear implants were around yet.) ...Anyway would like to see some of the films she was in. Im assuming TMC will have some available soon.
Also, I think she was the last one left from the very best musical, The Band Wagon. Sigh.
He wrote a lot about the cancer that eventually killed him—I always liked his work.
I have a complicated relationship with his books, thanks to a particularly icky English teacher's take on Portnoy's Complaint in high school.
When I worked at the American Museum of Natural History I used to see him sometimes on (appropriately enough) Columbus Avenue, hailing a cab, in the mornings. I was always struck by how much he looked like just a certain kind of little old NYC guy trying to get a cab on a busy street—and I'd generally smile at him ("I know you") and he'd smile back ("That's nice, lady, but I really need a cab").
Embarrassed, Cindy? Why on earth? He had a lot to say, even if it made us all uncomfortable. The Plot Against America and The Ghost writer are two of the most brilliant books I ever read. I Married a Communist one of the funniest and meanest. Yeah, he was probably an asshole in RL but who isn't?
NYT interspersed the article with information on where to get help if you are suicidal. Sad it has to be done, but necessary.
There is a rise in suicides in the country. Wonder if it has anything to do with the state of affairs.
edit: He didn't. He hanged himself. Bless his poor daughter.
If there's one thing social media has done for me karmically, it's to show me that I really have no concept of the amount, and volume, and severity, of what is in other people's heads, and to remind me to act accordingly. I try to remember this.
Never saw Bourdain's show, but I read that first book of his and really enjoyed it. It was so of its time, y'know?
And, yes, heads and hearts of many house tyrannical demons.
Lisa, check out Bourdain's show -- particularly Parts Unknown -- he does a couple in New York, Brooklyn and Bronx, I think, that are particularly good.
the curve as was their general journalism. But it became just dreadful in the past ten years.
I waited almost 24 hours before making my decision as I didn't want to act impulsively. Today I canceled my subscription to TNYT.
My bad for not specifying. I canceled the newspaper because of the completely irresponsible and suspect "reporting" of the Schmidt/Goldman article. I know we don't usually discuss politics here, so I'll just provide a link:
Rod Rosenstein Suggested Secretly Recording Trump and Discussed 25th Amendment
Inhave not looked into it deeply but I am not sure I think that reporting was irresponsible. Especially given the current whackadoodle reality.
They just put up a new profile picture of the two of them when she was pregnant. That just feels weird, but this isn't about me. If it helps them cope and heal...
Then today another former student announced that she is pregnant so of course everyone is excited. But the two gals know each other - cant imagine what that conversation would be like. Hopefull filled with love.
Mary Oliver means a lot to me, especially because she means a lot to my mom. So it was over Mary Oliver poems that we first ventured into talking poetry with each other. Oliver was never revelatory to me, she's more like a kindred spirit, and someone whose eloquence I aspired to (unsuccessfully). I've never read a poem of hers and thought "the world is different now" or "I am different now". But I have often read one and thought, "yes, this is what the world is." "this is exactly what I am".
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>331 southernbooklady: That's nicely put, Nicki. I really like her work for how beautifully she portrays the natural world and then isn't explicit about how it should make you feel. So her poems are very... portable, you can take them with you, if that makes any sense. And she wrote love poems to dogs.
I remember that waking-up scent,
on hot New Orleans mornings,
when we still were slick
from the night before
lithe and long, limbs
supple, bending to honey
it was glory
we were glory
47 yrs is truly a milestone. Hardly anyone stays married that long, anymore.
It's a horrible, heartbreaking disease. It affected many of my patients in the neuro ICU and their families. Jim may not know it, but we know how lucky he is to have you.
Re: Oliver. Yeah, I really love Oliver. Like, really love her. However, I agree with Nicki about the kindred spirit part. I put on Facebook that Oliver's in a lot of the photographs I take, just that way of seeing nature most of all (or trying to), and that way of observing a deeply familiar place. And I like her economy and clarity and concreteness. Her non-nature poems don't grab me as much, if I'm honest.