Speaking of things that make me feel all jumbled and discombobulated, I'm about five parts into Berlin Alexanderplatz and part five thus far has been my favorite. And by "favorite" I mean it hasn't left me feeling slightly lightheaded, angsty and mesmerized. Instead there seemed to be some plot points I could follow along, strange as they were. I've seen two of Fassbinder's films before (Ali, Fear Eats the Soul and The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant, respectively) both of which did funny things to my brain and in the case of the former, my heart. It isn't until now, however, experiencing this epic, massive work that I'm starting to see the genius. Also, I'm transfixed by the Bieberkopf and his violence and sadness and his bigness and his Sturm und Drang.
|This coffee blows|
In addition to all THAT, I finished up "The Fault in Our Stars" and wept as I expected to and I also sincerely hope that the book is never, ever made into a film. As a novel it is beautiful, as a film I can totally see it becoming schmaltzy. I really hate when that happens.
The coming few weeks hold nothing in store for me (that I am obviously aware of) except working. I'm embarking on an 18 day stretch of consecutive working days with one day off sandwiched in the middle. Of the things I'd kill for, some good and happy excitement has taken its place on my list, probably above a havarti and spicy pickle sandwich and just under a sidecar with simple syrup like they make here. That list of mine is apparently full of food. I guess I'd kill for food. Or I'm hungry as I type this. Either way, let's get on with getting all this consecutive working over and done with. And to the universe, I asked you a favor before. If you could get back to me on that tout de suite, I'd sure appreciate it.
The Sidecar is one of my most favorite cocktails.ReplyDelete
If you ever find your way back to NYC, we'll go to the Astor Room for a truly, truly yummy sidecar!ReplyDelete