"What's the point of having 'Fuck you' money if you never say 'Fuck you'?"--Billions
Daughter: "It's Kafkaesque!" Mother: "At least she's reading"--Manhattan
We've started watching some new shows on Crave TV. One is Billions, a really sharp show about Manhattan prosecutor Paul Giamatti about to take on Wall Street billionaire Damian Lewis. The kinky opening scene seemed a bit gratuitous.
The other one is Manhattan, about the World War II scientists developing the first A-bombs, and their families living in top secrecy at Los Alamos. This subject interests Father since he's been a nuclear physicist.
Tuesday we watched Listen to Marlon, a documentary built around the voluminous voice recordings Marlon Brando made over his lifetime. (I read Peter Manso's Brando biography some years back, but I couldn't quite finish it because it got too sad!)
Wednesday night I went to John Snow's lecture on Sinclair Lewis' Babbitt at the Gladstone library. I ought to do his Main Street in my book club someday. He asked me to become assistant organizer of his two book clubs, for what it's worth. (I take a much more casual approach than he does, and maybe we need to combine both approaches!) I've just been shipped half a dozen books to read for his upcoming American book club.
Six days since my last post and I can't think of anything more to write about! It's one of those weeks...
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