knows what's up.
In this time, I kept reading, though not as much as I'd have liked to; I read George R. R. Martin's Song of Ice and Fire series. My roommate and I flew through the first four books, and now I'm about 325 pages into the fifth. It's a little slow-going, but I'm trying to plough through. Not just because I want to get to the end so I can talk about it, but because this kind of reading has always lead to a more fertile time in my writing. Whenever I've put down an epic kind of fantasy series like this (the last one I think was Stephen Lawhead's King Raven trilogy), I've followed it up with some ferocious reading and writing. And that's what I'm really excited about. I'm ready to get back into the swing of things.
In this time, I managed to find my entertainment elsewhere. I saw one of Roundabout's productions called The Unavoidable Disappearance of Tom Durnin. I didn't think it was fantastic, but its main themes were writing, families ties, and stress...so I related. I also (finally, after living here for ten years) went to Shakespeare in the Park. Twice. I saw both main productions there this summer - The Comedy of Errors and a musical adaptation of Love's Labour's Lost. And I went to my first NYMF show which happened to be the show I did at Fringe (and the Westchester Square Festival) last year, The Hills are Alive.
I also did a lot of movie watching (on Netflix) and movie-going. My roommate introduced me to A Fish Called Wanda and Delirious (I also watched The Hunger Games for the first time, but still haven't read that series) and we watched the entire series of Battlestar Galactica (Jamie Bamber, not Richard Hatch...actually, that's confusing since Hatch was in both, but you know what I mean) and I re-watched Lost. Yep...that kind of summer.
|For the record, on second watching, the finale made a teeny bit more sense.|
But not by much.
In July, I saw Now You See Me which was entertaining, and The Way Way Back which mostly just made me wish I was watching Adventureland. But Sam Rockwell was great. I saw The Heat which was unfortunately not all it was hyped up to be, and The Conjuring which wasn't terrifying, but it was just scary enough to make me happy about my decision to see it with a group of friends; it was akin to The Woman in Black and The Amityville Horror in that I spent most of the film with my sweater over my eyes. Good times, those.
Then, in August, I went to the midnight screening of Sharknado which would have been a litttttle more enjoyable if it weren't at midnight and/or if I didn't have to be at work at 10 the next morning (I must be getting old) but, as everyone knows, that film is just...stellar. It's art, man. I also saw We're the Millers which was pretty funny, and was made even more hilarious by the fact that I was sitting in an almost empty theatre on a Wednesday morning with a bunch of sixty-year-old women who thought it was to die for. I thought one of them would have a heart attack when the trailer for Bad Grandpa was rolling. And then the roomie and I saw The World's End which was everything I wanted it to be - Shaun of the Dead + Hot Fuzz + alcohol + those creepy kids with glowing eyes from Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart" music video.
Last night, I finally broke down and saw Austenland, based on the Shannon Hale's novel of the same
Anyway, I think I'm getting back to where I want to be. And, as soon as I actually finish A Dance with Dragons (and come back from my mid-month vacation all refreshed and stuff) I'll be ready to begin again. Until then, let me leave you with my review of Karen Doornebos' Definitely Not Mr. Darcy which, in my opinion, tackles the Austenland conceit with more skill.