Sorry for not posting very much. All I do is write on the play right now (which really--really--is nearing completion). Every time I consider writing on the blog I tell myself the work should go into the play. It devours all my time, energy, joy, and hope. I love and revile it. Writing is terrible. Don't do it.
Other than that...let's see. I started Martin Chuzzlewit. The Kindle makes ordering massive amounts of never-to-be-read literature simple and cheap. I now have the Complete Dickens, the Complete Austen, the Complete Shakespeare, the Complete Chekhov, the Complete Buckminster Fuller... whoever. Anyone who has some 'complete' omnibus edition available for a buck--I've got 'em. I hadn't read Martin Chuzzlewit yet so I started just to see what I thought of it, and I got swept in. Its most famous character, Pecksniff, occupies the first thirty pages almost all to himself. That makes the book seem way better than I now fear it's going to turn out. Its energy has begun to abate now that Pecksniff has receded and its eponymous hero has arrived in the United States, but I've given myself permission to skim (never skim, being one of my usual reading commandments) some of the many, many gratuitous set pieces Dickens rams in to expose (YAWN) the venality, greed, and hypocrisy of ...uhm...all Americans. (He didn't much like us, did Dickens. The weasel.)
We saw Looper last week. Worth a view (and I hate all movies)--entertaining, well acted, well (enough) written. A good afternoon out. Like any time travel movie, it all falls apart as soon as you think about it closely, but at least that doesn't happen until you leave the theater.
I had been intending to post about the election but really, at this point, it's all been said. My friend Dez had a good post on his blog, which said pretty much all I think about it too. I watched the election returns on Fox News, that night; that was big fun. It got me intrigued by what I'll call the far right, and as a result, in the last few weeks I've started listening to AM Talk radio. At first it was to savor the despair of all the right-wing provocateurs. Now I'm just ensnared. Don't get me wrong--the shows are terrible. Bizarre conspiracy theories linking Petraeus's resignation, the attack on our embassy and Benghazi, and, I don't know, the need to go back to a gold standard; ominous forecastings about what Obama "really" plans to do to America (apparently Medicare is about to be extended to ALL CITIZENS, everywhere!) and lots of lots of good, old-fashioned ranting. Now that it's Christmas they've started in on the 'War On Christmas" meme, which never fails to entertain. A nudist commune in the hills of Berkeley asks to have a giant Santa Claus taken down from a state park, and suddenly CHRISTIANITY ITSELF IS UNDER ATTACK. It's compelling stuff.
I'm going to post soon about my football predictions from the start of the season, and put down some picks for the playoffs.
I'll also say, right now, as a prediction for next season: if RGIII doesn't get hurt between now and next December, the Redskins will make the playoffs next year. If they can draft some defensive linemen and maybe a cornerback or two, they might make the NFC Championship. That guy is _for real_. Also, seems like a really decent person. The kind of guy I like to root for.