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Well, dear readers, it's March! We made it through the collective terror of February. And now what awaits -- St. Patrick's Day and the beginning of spring. A few things about which to be excited --
The return of Mad Men. Don Draper comes back to the screen. Last we saw, he was engaged to his young secretary, the strains of Sonny and Cher playing as Don looked positively befuddled and disturbed by his alarming quick engagement and said secretary peacefully asleep. Joan is with child (albeit not her husband's -- let's hope he can't count when he returns from his tour of duty), and Betty unhappy with her new husband who has realized that despite her incredible beauty, she's an evil harpy who can't be pleased. Bring on the drinks!
The new Billy Bob Thorton memoir, Cave Full Of Ghosts. Co-written by the always brilliant Kinky Friendman (my favorite of his songs being the one about Charles Whitman -- There was a rumor about a tumor/ nestled in the base of his brain). The foreword is written by Billy Bob's ex-wife Angelina and the book promises to explore Billy Bob's poor southern gothic childhood and weird phobias. What more could a reader want?
Cheryl Stray's new memoir, Wild. Love her essays in Best American Essays over the years. Honest and searing and completely disturbing in the best way, the book tracks Stray's long hiking journey across the Pacific Trail. Can't wait to see how she takes the reader through her paces.
6 comments:
I think this year our winter was our spring, we clocked about 7" of snow total--so now bring on summer.
Anyone that could love mustard on their fries (uhm hmm) must have a hell of a memoir to write.
I might be interested in a Billy Bob memoir. I'll have to have a look.
ROBIN CAME, DANDELION POPPED UP, FORSYTHIA AND QUINCE IN BLOOM, GOLD FINCHES ARE GETTING BACK THEIR SUMMER GOLD COLOR. 'TIS SPRING IN THE SOUTH.
Thanks a lot, Michelle!--Betty Francis
But, Michelle, nothing beats your explorations into your poor southern gothic childhood and weird phobias. That's why I keep coming back ;-)
I was looking for a picture of Coleman Young to send a friend--the one with him shooting dice in an alley (probably on the east side). That picture didn't come up. But one of yours did. From, like 2007. At that point I believe you were writing everyday. But I know how blogs go, and I wondered whether you were still doing it. Good to see you are. I've writing to do, and class to prepare for, but every now and then a google search brings you magic.
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