— Last summer was so hot, so humid, that I was cranky for 2 months straight. By contrast, this summer has been rainy, misty, with grey skies, clouds rolling in every afternoon … I’m in heaven. Lay in bed last night, listening to the rain. And then proceeded to sleep for 10 hours. UnHEARD of.<\/p>\n
— Inspired by my friend Allison, I am re-reading In Cold Blood<\/i>. One of my favorite books ever written. I started it this morning, and once again, I am struck by the accomplishment. Now <\/i>it is hard to fathom how original Capote was, how new his idea was: to take an actual crime, and to write it like fiction. Good God, “true crime” now has its own section in any bookstore. But that’s mainly because of Truman Capote’s book (Norman Mailer’s yowls notwithstanding. Shut up, Norman. Accept that Capote got there first. Accept it<\/i>.)<\/p>\n
I think In Cold Blood<\/i> is superior to Executioner’s Song<\/i> anyway. Granted, I think Capote is a much better writer. Much better. But also, in my opinion Gary Gilmore comes off as such an unlikable egotistical prick, and who wants to spend any time with that loser? Whether or not he’s a murderer? The murderers in In Cold Blood<\/i>, at least the way Capote portrays them, draw you into their web … You start to see where they’re coming from, which is even more terrifying, because where they are coming from is insane <\/i>and delusional. You want to reach between the lines of the book and scream at the Clutter family: RUN! GET OUT! 2 conscience-less killers are coming your way … they will have no remorse – they are lunatics – RUN!<\/p>\n
It’s a devastating book.<\/p>\n
Allison mentioned it to me last night – she’s never read it and it’s going to be her next book. Which thrills me. As ever, I can’t wait to talk with her about it.<\/p>\n
— It has already been waaayyyyyyy too long since Eminem came out with a CD. I’m jones-ing.<\/p>\n
— Watched Holiday<\/i> last night. Again. Is that a perfect movie, or what?<\/p>\n
— Sat on my roof last night with a glass of wine, and watched the heavy black clouds cross over the grey. Staring at the skyline across the water, which gleamed like a mirror. There was a cool wind, with random raindrops floating by. And for a brief 5 minutes, at sunset-time, the Manhattan skyline lights itself up in the reflection, burning, a-glow, all the windows flaming up spectacularly. Any time I’m home around that hour, the magic hour, I go up to the roof to watch the show.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
— Last summer was so hot, so humid, that I was cranky for 2 months straight. By contrast, this summer has been rainy, misty, with grey skies, clouds rolling in every afternoon … I’m in heaven. Lay in bed last … Continue reading