So Far this Week #10

We have two winners this week and they are.... "DAS LEBEN DER ANDEREN" and "THE NUN'S STORY".

And I have to add that I hate Dermot Mulroney in every single movie he makes.

So Far this Week #9

And the winner is...."TRUE GRIT" for its magnificent characters and Jeff Bridges's performance. Second prize: "GOOD HAIR", movie review in following posts.

Meanwhile on my bookshelf...

Lately I've spent my weekends at home, and I'm embarrased to say that it was because I wanted to, so among other meaningless things I rearranged the books on my shelf in alphabetical order but this time making no distinction between English, American, Spanish, Italian or French. The result was...eclectical. These are some of the funny effects:

-A Qur'an between two Bibles (:s)

-Candace Bushnell ("Sex and the City" author) too close to the Brontë sisters

-Francis Scott Fitzgerald shaking covers with Ken Follett.

-Hemingway with Hardy (this is not as bad as the others)

-Kerouac and Stephen King TOGETHER (this must be a sin)

-Orwell's "1984" too close to the biography of a politician: Obama

-Freud giving advice to "Coraline"on how to live in such a weird world

I like to think that it happens like in Toy Story and the books move when I'm out and just have relationship with those of their level. Helen Fielding's Italian translation of "Bridget Jones' Diary" complaining about "questo Faulkner é pazzo!" (this Faulkner is crazy) and stuff like that.

So Far This Week #8

 

Winner of the Week.... "Howl", though it's a very subjective prize since I happen to love Ginsberg and James Franco (and Jon Hamm, of course).

My recommendation for you this week is a Spanish movie: "Un franco, 14 pesetas", about a Spanish guy in the 1960s who has to emigrate to Switzerland. Really good.

(Now you can kill me for watching "Labor Pains")

5th March, Celebrating Differently

Today is the 5th of March, a festivity in my city but I've never joined the people on the park drinking, eating and laughing. I was always celebrating something else. This day was my grandma's birthday so instead of going out with my friends I used to stay at her place drinking, eating and laughing with my family. Even when I was a teenager I never preferred the other option. Now there's nothing to choose but I choose not to go out and celebrate her birthday by myself, remembering how she received me when I got her home, in a way everybody in the block knew I was there, how she got so funny angry when I refused to be combed and brushed, how she tought me to play cards and clean parts of the house nobody cleans, how she cooked (oh my, HOW SHE COOKED!), how I teased her about her son/my father, how she called me "fat" using thousands of euphemisms (to be honest, I was quite fat by then), how she kissed me the way only a grandma knows how to kiss, how she made me think she was a witch when guessing right what I lunched at school...

[For the record, I'm the baby in the photo]