'If you want to understand what postmodernism is, read American Psycho.'
So says my sociology of science lecturer (she's awesome -- and I thought that before she said about American Psycho). I totally agree; for a compelling example of what postmodern consumer society is, American Psycho is the go-to book. There are probably better examples of postmodern literature, but that's not of particular interest to sociologists.
She went on to say something that totally astonished me.
'I once set American Psycho for a class of first-years. The parents weren't happy, but by the end of it, they understood what postmodernism is.'
I find that amazing. What sort of parent would be unhappy about what their kids are reading at university level?
My parents have let me roam free through books since I was a little kid. They taught me how to use a dictionary - the same Concise Oxford I still have - and told me I could read whatever I wanted from home or the young-adult section of the library, look up anything I didn't understand, but that if I came across anything I found disturbing, I should find something else to read. I still think that's good advice, and I follow it to this day. Why read something awful when there's so much that's good out there?
It's caused problems, of course. When I was in year two, I started at a new school, and after the first silent reading time, I went home and complained to my mum about the boring kiddy books that were provided in the classroom. My mum told me to take in my book that I was reading at home, and I did. The next day I came home with a note from my teacher pinned to my bag, telling my parents that I was reading a book that was 'inappropriate for my age level' - insomuch as it had chapters, and no pictures. (Smartarse kid that I was: 'No, look, Ms Wilson, it's got pictures, see, right here on the cover. It's a cat, see?'). The battle over that one took a good couple of months, and in the end the school librarian (Mrs Libeary Smith) was put in charge of my literary welfare.
My parents only ever banned me from reading one book - a book which I promptly snuck out of my mum's bedroom and read cover to cover. It was apparently infinitely forgettable, because for years I thought the book in question was Stephen King's Insomnia, and when I reread it a couple of years ago, there was no sex scene at all. The school librarian told me I had to get my parents' permission to read the second Tomorrow When the War Began book - third? Whichever one had the sex scene - and that permission was promptly given. My mum and the librarian both asked me not to read it in class, so as not to provoke another flurry of notes about age-appropriate reading material.
There were occasional attempts made to steer me away from particular books - my dad once suggested that I might find Stephen King books a bit scary (I was about ten or eleven at the time), and that I should wait til I was a bit older to read them. I waited about three weeks, read The Shining, which was the first Stephen King book I could find on my family's well-stocked bookshelves, and then ambushed my dad to complain that the books weren't scary at all, and that I was really disappointed, and could he reccommend something else instead? That's the only time I can remember being told I was too young to read something.
Last Christmas, my mum bought me a copy of Ben Elton's Past Mortem, which includes a pretty graphic sex scene which features fisting and bareback anal. After I unwrapped it, mum told me that she'd flipped through it in the bookstore, and that it was 'a bit risque, dear -- I hope that doesn't bother you'. She said she'd opened it up, read a page or two, picked her jaw back up off the floor and shut the book firmly, reasoning that I was old enough to make up my own mind about what I read. Mothers seem to have a pretty unerring instinct for the risque - she'd opened that book to the single dirty page in it. It's mostly a humourous detective story. This is not to say that her instincts don't fail her sometimes - when I went to see Secretary, she told me that I might want to leave halfway through because it's disturbing, but that I should stay all the way through anyhow. My dad later told me that she'd gone to see the film under the misapprehension that it was 'a nice romantic comedy'.
As far as uni stuff goes, though, I can't imagine my parents caring at all, beyond the obvious fact that they're concerned about the pragmatism of working in gender and cultural studies, and would quite like it if I were still reading physics textbooks or something. It's one thing to steer a small child in the direction of age-and-intellect-appropriate books, but quite another to tell your 18-year-old, university-level child what they can and can't read. If a kid is bright enough to get into uni, they're bright enough to read American Psycho in a critical way, and to understand that what matters about the book is not necessarily the ol' ultraviolence. Ditto Clockwork Orange, which is another text I've heard criticised on the basis of its appropriateness as a university text (oddly, not the novel, which was set on my year eleven English reading list and which tends to be much less criticised than the film. Are they that different?).
Weird.
(Edited to add: My sister is visiting me at the moment (yes, the predicted drama has materialised), and she says she was only ever told not to read things by teachers. She added that quite a few movies were off-limits, though.)
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Also today: I have written 600 words of my essay which is due on Tuesday, procured a book which will be helpful in writing the remaining 2500 words, made up a recipe for potato and spinach curry (which is, so far, cooking up well, albeit with a bit more kick than I'd anticipated), and bought a new knitting needle with which to embark on my next, supersecret project. Yay for rain, which encourages me to a) sit at home and work, and b) run my outside errands as quickly as possible.
So says my sociology of science lecturer (she's awesome -- and I thought that before she said about American Psycho). I totally agree; for a compelling example of what postmodern consumer society is, American Psycho is the go-to book. There are probably better examples of postmodern literature, but that's not of particular interest to sociologists.
She went on to say something that totally astonished me.
'I once set American Psycho for a class of first-years. The parents weren't happy, but by the end of it, they understood what postmodernism is.'
I find that amazing. What sort of parent would be unhappy about what their kids are reading at university level?
My parents have let me roam free through books since I was a little kid. They taught me how to use a dictionary - the same Concise Oxford I still have - and told me I could read whatever I wanted from home or the young-adult section of the library, look up anything I didn't understand, but that if I came across anything I found disturbing, I should find something else to read. I still think that's good advice, and I follow it to this day. Why read something awful when there's so much that's good out there?
It's caused problems, of course. When I was in year two, I started at a new school, and after the first silent reading time, I went home and complained to my mum about the boring kiddy books that were provided in the classroom. My mum told me to take in my book that I was reading at home, and I did. The next day I came home with a note from my teacher pinned to my bag, telling my parents that I was reading a book that was 'inappropriate for my age level' - insomuch as it had chapters, and no pictures. (Smartarse kid that I was: 'No, look, Ms Wilson, it's got pictures, see, right here on the cover. It's a cat, see?'). The battle over that one took a good couple of months, and in the end the school librarian (Mrs Libeary Smith) was put in charge of my literary welfare.
My parents only ever banned me from reading one book - a book which I promptly snuck out of my mum's bedroom and read cover to cover. It was apparently infinitely forgettable, because for years I thought the book in question was Stephen King's Insomnia, and when I reread it a couple of years ago, there was no sex scene at all. The school librarian told me I had to get my parents' permission to read the second Tomorrow When the War Began book - third? Whichever one had the sex scene - and that permission was promptly given. My mum and the librarian both asked me not to read it in class, so as not to provoke another flurry of notes about age-appropriate reading material.
There were occasional attempts made to steer me away from particular books - my dad once suggested that I might find Stephen King books a bit scary (I was about ten or eleven at the time), and that I should wait til I was a bit older to read them. I waited about three weeks, read The Shining, which was the first Stephen King book I could find on my family's well-stocked bookshelves, and then ambushed my dad to complain that the books weren't scary at all, and that I was really disappointed, and could he reccommend something else instead? That's the only time I can remember being told I was too young to read something.
Last Christmas, my mum bought me a copy of Ben Elton's Past Mortem, which includes a pretty graphic sex scene which features fisting and bareback anal. After I unwrapped it, mum told me that she'd flipped through it in the bookstore, and that it was 'a bit risque, dear -- I hope that doesn't bother you'. She said she'd opened it up, read a page or two, picked her jaw back up off the floor and shut the book firmly, reasoning that I was old enough to make up my own mind about what I read. Mothers seem to have a pretty unerring instinct for the risque - she'd opened that book to the single dirty page in it. It's mostly a humourous detective story. This is not to say that her instincts don't fail her sometimes - when I went to see Secretary, she told me that I might want to leave halfway through because it's disturbing, but that I should stay all the way through anyhow. My dad later told me that she'd gone to see the film under the misapprehension that it was 'a nice romantic comedy'.
As far as uni stuff goes, though, I can't imagine my parents caring at all, beyond the obvious fact that they're concerned about the pragmatism of working in gender and cultural studies, and would quite like it if I were still reading physics textbooks or something. It's one thing to steer a small child in the direction of age-and-intellect-appropriate books, but quite another to tell your 18-year-old, university-level child what they can and can't read. If a kid is bright enough to get into uni, they're bright enough to read American Psycho in a critical way, and to understand that what matters about the book is not necessarily the ol' ultraviolence. Ditto Clockwork Orange, which is another text I've heard criticised on the basis of its appropriateness as a university text (oddly, not the novel, which was set on my year eleven English reading list and which tends to be much less criticised than the film. Are they that different?).
Weird.
(Edited to add: My sister is visiting me at the moment (yes, the predicted drama has materialised), and she says she was only ever told not to read things by teachers. She added that quite a few movies were off-limits, though.)
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Also today: I have written 600 words of my essay which is due on Tuesday, procured a book which will be helpful in writing the remaining 2500 words, made up a recipe for potato and spinach curry (which is, so far, cooking up well, albeit with a bit more kick than I'd anticipated), and bought a new knitting needle with which to embark on my next, supersecret project. Yay for rain, which encourages me to a) sit at home and work, and b) run my outside errands as quickly as possible.
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This is the Kyra whose copy of Belle de Jour is sitting on my desk, right? Hi!
The difference between films and books is _really_ interesting -- I was actually really surprised when Sister Dearest told me that she remembers being told not to watch things, because I don't remember that happening at all. I'm sure it did, but maybe my parents were more subtle about it with me (or maybe I didn't care at all, because I've been a bookworm since I was about four and only got into film/video/TV cultures as a teen). Still, I watched the Godfather movies with my parents when I was seven or eight - it doesn't seem to me like they had an issue with violence. The one thing I can remember being steered away from was The Simpsons, and that seemed to be on elitist grounds more than anything else - the phrase used was 'It's trashy', not 'It's undermining public morality' a la George Bush Senior. The edict was overturned when my dad watched some episodes and decided it was actually really clever, although we've never convinced my mum of that one.
If we go back to the American Psycho example, I love and adore the book, and could read it over and over. Have, in fact. The film, on the other hand, I can never watch again. I watched it the first and only time by myself, in a darkened house, and was utterly terrified by it - which, at the time and in retrospect, I found really odd. Even at the time, I was shaking my head at the hyperbolic nature of the violence and the characters, and thinking to myself that it was utterly unbelievable - and yet there I was, shaking in my Docs - how ridiculous. Quite why this film-viewing experience _inspired_ me to go out and read the book is a question for the ages ...
Interestingly, I think the violence in the film is considerably toned down from the violence in the book - something which has to do with audiences and ratings and legal obligations, I'd imagine. It's often the case - even something like Gone With The Wind - the book is wildly raunchy, and while the film is passionate, it's certainly not as explicit as the novel (which is explicit in a colour-by-numbers way which makes the question of things going over people's heads pretty moot. I learnt more from that book than from any health class ever).
While I agree with your point that film can be confronting, and more in-your-face than reading, I wonder what you think the effect of visualisation is when reading? Readerships today are exposed so systematically to film and visual cultures that the mind, when reading, can easily supply visual images as gory as those found on screen - in fact, probably visual images taken almost directly from those screens. Maybe even worse images - certainly folk wisdom is that the most frightening things are the ones we can't see (or that we make up) - an interesting analogy for reading / viewing ...
I gave a paper last week on affect and expectation in science fiction audiences, and I may tone down the academic-ese and post it here. I find sci-fi a particularly interesting example (not just because I'm a sci-fi fan!) because the differences in perspective between the literary and film canons are so marked - all these grim, depressing films, and books which are pretty equally distributed between depressing-as-hell and wildly-enthusiastic. It's interesting ... there have been surveys which indicate that the overwhelming majority of science fiction films are dystopic, but no comprehensive surveys of the written canon.
Hmmm ... interesting stuff. I should probably leave it here - I'm writing an essay for tomorrow, y'see - but should be interested to take up The Harry Potter Phenomenon as a potential example at some point. Audiences for girls' magazines like Dolly is also an interesting one in terms of age-appropriateness, given that all the research on those mags indicates that girls are reading the magazines aimed at the age-group above them, ie. 12-13 year olds reading Dolly, which is ostensibly aimed at 16-18 year olds ...
Jeez, verbose much, Beck?
I get carried away on interesting things. You may have noticed.
The question, though, is what did you think of Dolly when you were twelve or fourteen? It's easy to be contemptuous now when we're older and wiser (and reading Cosmo!).
I agree, there is some godawful tripe in sealed sections these days -- which is a shame, since I think teen magazines can potentially have a really useful role in sex education. The best sealed section I ever saw was in a Cosmo when I was about fourteen -- it was just straight-up, clinical information, without moralising or unnecessary drama, the kind of information that I think is really lacking for most teenagers (without getting into the question of appropriate ages for kids to be sexually active). I thought its best feature was probably its imagery; it featured a lot of photos of different women's bodies, including different genitalia, and also had a number of x-rays of a couple in flagrante delicto, which I think is really useful in terms of understanding what goes where and why. Kids need good information in order to make good decisions. At the time I was a little too shell-shocked to intellectualise it the way I am now, but the contrast between that and the stuff I read now at work is pretty striking. I'm a big proponent of smart sex ed ... my major project in year 12 was an attempt to rewrite the sex-ed program at my high school (which went to year 10) to be more 'in touch' with the needs of the students, and I used some of those pictures in it. I should dig them up, I'm sure I have them around somewhere. Also tried to introduce some useful skills. When I was in year 10 the hot young art teacher taught a sex ed class for the girls in my year, and one of the things she taught us was how to put a condom onto a banana with your mouth. She was never allowed to teach another sex ed class (parents complaining, I imagine) and I think that's a great pity. That's a seriously useful skill - and as I put it when I wrote my program, 'It's not much use knowing how to unwrap a condom without tearing it if you can't convince someone to wear it'. Not to wander wildly off the point or anything.
I guess I'm not sold on the idea that films have a single prescribed reading. You say that there's the choice to ignore large chunks of books if you want to, and that that choice doesn't really appear in films. I gather that you're not talking about the analogy between skipping pages / hitting fast-forward - which I think is actually a pretty good analogy and refers quite usefully to the way people read and view - rather you're talking about the varied readings of text and subtext that are possible within a novel? Those kinds of subtexts still exist in films - for example if we take American Psycho (have you seen it? D'you want another example?) there are a variety of different ways to read it, from the obvious real-violence-vs-fantasy-violence (which is something that the film in particular leaves up in the air) to reading it based on masculinity studies or consumer culture or postmodernism. This is talking about commentary, I guess, so maybe I'm taking this off into a realm that's too abstract to be useful, but even if we leave it at that question of is the violence depicted in American Psycho real or is it Patrick Bateman's fantasy, it makes a real difference to the impact of the film - so that if you choose to read the violence as psychopathic fantasy (unreal) it becomes less threatening that reading the violence as fact (real).
For what it's worth, the debate about the agency of the audience is something of a long and weary one ... and on an academic level, tends to come down on the side that you're arguing, that film leads the (at best, lazy, at worst, stupid) audience around by the nose. My concern with that argument - at least when I read it in self-righteous academic journals - is that it's elitist, and it's being used as though it's Established Fact, when really it's just one possible interpretation. This is not to say that I think that's what you're doing! Just to throw out there that maybe what's going on here is (an unconscious) privileging of books over films as High Culture vs Low Culture - for the educated vs for the masses. Lots of the Frankfurt School sociologists - Walter Benjamin and Theodor Adorno spring most immediately to mind - are guilty of this, and while their work on mass culture is super-interesting and useful, I'm concerned that it's tainted by academic elitism. (Adorno, for example, makes a really big point of talking about how he has refined tastes and enjoys classical music, which requires him to _think_, rather than just passively absorb.)
Very briefly and somewhat tangentially, people do have visual ideas about books - you've only got to look at the frequent controversies over casting of book adaptations to see that. Actually, Harry Potter is a good example here - I had very visual ideas in my head about the characters in the novels, and was delighted by Alan Rickman's casting (head over heels in love with Snape since they cast Alan Rickman) and horrified by the casting of Hermione (on the basis that she's too pretty - which seems to be a common refrain on the part of the nerdy girls who identify with Hermione in the novels - probably says some pretty grim things about the state of female self-esteem, huh? Nerdy girls can be at least as pretty as Emma Watson ... but apparently with poor self-image. Fantastic).
This is awesome and I'm thoroughly enjoying this exchange - far too much given that I really do need to put my head down and work on my essay for tomorrow, although some of this stuff is more than passingly relevant (and probably nearly long enough to hand in as my essay! One of these days I'll learn to be concise - even if it's not a useful skill for an academic).
We're having a conversation of peers here - not a dialogue between student and teacher or between 'young girl and probably older educated guy'. Just free and easy and valuable exchange of ideas with no power relationships! Isn't that the most delightful thing about these kinds of forums?
Everyone's verbose today!
Don't get me wrong - American Psycho is a heavy read and I'm well aware that it's not everyone's cup of tea. Do be aware that it is very graphic ... But in my opinion, well worth the effort. And if you want, you're more than welcome to borrow my copy - I do have to get that copy of Belle de Jour back to you and no trouble to throw something else in with it. I find it super-compelling and once I start to read I can't quite put it down - unusual for me as I typically have five or six books on the go at once (true child of the ADD generation here).
The idea of overreading is a pretty problematic one. Have you read any Barthes? One of the things he talks about is the difference between reading for pleasure and reading for bliss - or, to think of it another way, I tried to elaborate the idea to my hot English tutor last semester using the ideas of 'reading with the head' and 'reading with the gut'. It's really about intellectualising or abandoning yourself to affect as you read -- and there are places for both kinds of reading. It's in 'The Pleasure of the Text'. He also talks about the way in which reading aloud and reading to oneself force other kinds of meaning - related to that idea of 'not missing anything' which your English teacher mentioned - much harder to skip over things when reading aloud (although given current research on the way people actually process word-images when reading, it seems that we physically construct the word on the page as well as its meaning - interesting stuff!)
I'm disinclined to say that things can be overread - but that's because I'm a poststructuralist at heart, and I think that what matters about a text is not what's on the page but rather what we make of it. As far as Shakespeare goes, I've always felt that 'Shakespeare when he wrote Macbeth had in mind Lady Macbeth stripping Macbeth seductively before luring him to bed' was probably more realistic than prim Victorian interpretations - although that said, the prim BBC interpretation of Midsummer Night's is still one of my defining literary moments - that was the film that got me into Shakespeare in book, theatre and film form. That and having actors on a stage point at me and laugh as they performed The Complete Works (abridged) - fucking hilarious play if you've not seen it.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is at the top of my list of Things I Need To See Post-Haste. It's been months since I've been to the flicks, and I miss it. Nearly went tonight, but had bank dramas and so came home instead to bake cookies to take to Insane Sale Day tomorrow at work. They've all melded together, as usual, into my patented Beck-Style Cookie-Slice.
I'm interested to know what you think distinguishes films from plays? And what it is that makes plays more akin to books than films? I'd have thought it the other way around - but as I say my background is definitely not in theatre studies, so I may be overlooking something.
I agree that a large part of the beauty of film is its accessibility. I've learnt to embrace my love of all things pulp, from trashy novels to big-budget Hollywood extravaganzas - and tend to think that the high/low culture divide remains a useful one in terms of analysing public perspectives on art -- just like I think the modernist/postmodern divide is still a really useful tool for analysis, even if it's a division that's largely, at least in theory, consigned to history.
My problem with the Harry Potter films is that they're aimed squarely at kids, in a way that the books are not - in other words that I think the books are significantly more nuanced and thus appeal to a wider demographic audience. I'll continue to see the films out of interest (and love for Alan Rickman) but overall I haven't been impressed. I think it's just a question of audience, more than anything else. I disagree with the idea that Hermione was 'always pretty' - certainly in the first books she was bucktoothed and frizzy-haired - she becomes pretty when she uses a whole bottle of whatever that potion was and shrinks her front teeth. Yes, the lesson is about beauty within - but it's also about the fact that what's valued is beauty without - something that book-Hermione doesn't really have.
Roll on etiquette classes, incidentally. I think they should be compulsory for everyone, not just girls.
Hmmm - sealed sections as censorship - that's an interesting one. I think it's probably legal necessity that gets them sealed like that ... Certainly this standout sealed section I mentioned yesterday contained images that would get it labelled as pornography under the OFLC guidelines. At 19 you may be just a smidge too young to recall the censorship debate that sprung up around Australian Women's Forum - although maybe not given that you got liberal sex ed as a kid. Fantastic magazine although unfortunately now deceased due to censorship laws which saw its sex-positive, female-centric nude images - there were problems with both their depiction of female genitalia without airbrushing ("it's too real = it's pornographic") and they also got hit with the angle of the dangle rule. Got reclassified as a restricted publication (sold in plastic, not available at newsstands) and subsequently went under. I imagine that sealed sections in teen magazines are like that as well - risque stuff must be sealed in order to keep prying underage eyes away. Ridiculous since anyone can buy the mags, but since when was government reasoning not ridiculous? You would definitely, definitely not see images like the ones in that Cleo or Cosmo or whatever it was in magazines now - censorship has come a long way since the 90s. Thank the gods for the internet ...
Anyhow, I have seriously got to scoot. Lucky child that I am, I start work in slightly more than eight hours - have to love insane sale days at Country Road! Apparently WA stores aren't allowed to open the ridiculous 8-9 that my store is open tomorrow - lucky bastards. Not that I get to complain, as I get to leave at 2 in order to go to uni (for which I have not yet done my readings). Yuck.
I'm confused too! We're trying to articulate some difficult concepts here and coming at it from very different perspectives with not a huge amount of common ground - so it's not surprising that we're confused. We are getting somewhere, though, albeit slowly and slightly painfully.
I guess my concern with your argument is that the starting point of a film (the screenplay) is akin to the starting point of a play (the script), and either of those starting points may themselves have their origin in a book. Books do get made into plays - my earliest theatre memory is of seeing 'The Secret Garden' performed' - but all the examples that have come up so far have seemed to be plays that began life as plays (so that the acting is the interpretation of the script), whereas we've been talking about films which began life as books (so that the acting is the interpretation of the screenplay which is the interpretation of the book). Just throwing that out there as a potential site for discussion ...
Yeah, discussion of interpretation of Shakespeare is made problematic (but also exciting) by his privileged status in the literary canon. Innovative interpretations provke an almost religious outrage (maybe moral panic is the term I'm going for?) among literary purists - and let's face it, literary purists are what a lot of people are educated to be. Interesting, though, that the focus of that panic has shifted over time; I remember when Baz Luhrman's Romeo & Juliet came out - the problem didn't seem to be so much the implied sexual activity of these 14-year-olds, or even the drug use, but the presentation of Mercutio as glitterati drag queen (and even then, not much - but then again Australian culture, and I was mostly reading Australian critics, are famously tolerant of cross-dressing, s'long as it's heterosexual). When he strutted down the stairs - fantastic moment! At least I thought so - and if Zak's reading along here, I bet he's shaking his head and thinking that my wild enthusiasm about genderfucking Mercutio is entirely predictable - but I think what's most interesting about it is that the failure of child sexuality and drug use to provoke outraged discourse suggests that those issues have become completely mainstreamed (even to the extent that their presence in a hallowed Shakespeare film can be overlooked), whereas queer sexualities remain very much on the outer. No surprise to anyone that's spent any time in queer communities or in reading queer literature that that should be the case, of course, but I think it's interesting that these quite out-there - by historical literary standards - interpretations of Shakespeare are becoming so mainstreamed. Still on that topic, I saw a fantastic performance of Twelfth Night in Canberra years ago, which took place by the lake at night, and in which actors were chained to giant crosses erected in front of the Carillon. Alas, no black leather ...
As an aside, hot tutors only open up new vistas of possible public humiliation. The icing on the cake of my Worst Day Ever was when my hot English tutor came across me sitting cross-legged in the path in the middle of uni, clutching my stubbed toe and sobbing to myself. While I can appreciate (now) that I looked ridiculous, it strikes me that it's good form to at least pretend at sympathy for damsels in distress ...
Having tutors that think you're hot is an entirely different and useful thing. One of my tutors in first year programming fixed my assignment before he marked it.
People were queuing up to get into work this morning. How absurd. I spent the whole day - well, the six hours that I was there - working the registers, which meant standing with my head down swiping cards or folding things into bags while my partner in crime swiped cards. I was actually quite astonished when I eventually did get to look up and realised it had been four hours without pause. Was meant to go to uni afterwards but was feeling braindead so came home and knitted instead - naughty naughty. Productive, though, as I've finished the cardi that I thought I'd never finish (particularly not when I was convinced it was monstrously huge and needed to be unravelled and started again). It even has a buttonhole, albeit a wildly demented one since it was my first attempt and I kind of made up the technique.
You're a lucky camper, with two weeks of midsemester break. I get one, and get to spend it in Canberra trying on no doubt foul and unwearable bridesmaids dresses. I am perpetually astonished that people I went to school with are getting married -- in fact that two of my three closest girlfriends from school are engaged and one has been living with her partner for nigh on three years. Positively medieval.
Now pregnant friends would freak me out. My dear friend L - the one who is 'only' living with her partner - has been with her partner since we were all sixteen. He was 35 then (so 41 now!) and is known universally as Potato Man, because he's short, bald and, well, looks like a potato. Communicates only in grunts, too, and in my opinion is a complete waste of space.
The one advantage of children (besides that whole someone-has-to-perpetuate-the-species thing) is that they are very small, and hence can have very small knitted things made for them. There are many unfinished projects around my house - I don't have the attention span to finish scarves and am much happier doing small but complicated things which keep my attention - baby things are great for that. My first finished ever finished project was a crocheted lace vest and while I don't crochet much anymore I always intend to do more, particularly when I remember how much more instant-gratification it is than knitting. I took my cardi on the bus to work this afternoon to crochet around the edge of it - got the whole thing done on the ride into and out of the city - about half an hour. By way of contrast, when I originally intended to knit the edging it took me half an hour to pick up about half the stitches around the edge - but then I hate-hate-hate picking up stitches. I'm totally impressed by your jumper, though - the back and half the front in one night? Wow! What gauge is it? I've been working on my punk-rock jumper (which is made from wool that I unravelled from my third-done-and-abandoned bedspread) for a bit over a month and still not finished the front. It'll be faster when I'm not changing colours all the time (knit-in skull on the front) but am doing it on size 10 needles, so slow going.
I'm trying to recall what I've read about Priscilla in the past. It came out long before I got interested in reading film criticism - having looked it up, 1994, so even earlier than the 96 I had in my head. I think I saw it when I was about thirteen, so that may explain the confusion. A little legwork will be required to find contemporary critical sources but I'm interested to read them so I will chase that up and report back. In checking the dates, though, I did find out that apparently Tim Curry turned down the role of Mitzi (played by Hugo Weaving), which I think is super interesting. I'm going to have a hard time deciding what I think of that -- Tim Curry, at least in his drag-gy Rocky Horror days is like a god to me, but I don't know if he was already old and fat in 1994 (when I went to see Kinsey, I spotted Tim's name in the credits and sent Zak a message accusing him of treachery or something for not telling me Tim Curry was in the film ... then I saw the film, and while he was excellent, I think I would rather have not known it was him - keep my mental image pure and unsullied).
I'm also going to go out and find out more about this Genet character. Sounds awesome!
Yeah, screenplays are an interesting example and I think we're showing our different perspectives here. I immediately thought of them because I've been involved in the past in both writing screenplays and producing films - don't do it much anymore but it's always there in the back of my head.
I'm not sure what you might want to say about damsels in distress that's inappropriate for public consumption (although it seems that you and I are practically the only ones here anyway) but if it's _really_ inappropriate my main email address is still in the post with the knitting chart. As for faux sympathy I would have taken anything I could get - I didn't get disdain but rather amusement - and as I said, rightly so. It was all more than a little on the ridiculous side and I was easily persuaded to see that once I'd gotten my paper in.
Anyhow, I'm in something of a braindead haze so will have to drop back tomorrow and take this up again - I think I've failed to address anything you brought up more than tangentially.
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