Well, the Orange One is just determined to keep himself in the news at all costs, even if this leads to almost certain defeat in the House in the midterms (though obviously he will create so many crises that he will try to postpone the elections -- this is so clearly part of the madness). I can't even begin to list all the institutions that have completely let us down, but the Supreme Court is in a unique position to end a small part of the madness by ruling that tariffs can't be changed unilaterally by the President for clearly political reasons. They have had two chances so far to issue their ruling and have punted both times. Justice Roberts, such a pure specimen of political cowardice.
Anyway, let me try to rinse the foul taste out of my mouth....
I finished Mahfouz's The Beggar. I have really liked and been indifferent to his many novels but this is the first one I truly disliked. Thank goodness it wasn't the first Mahfouz I ever read. I've chatted a bit elsewhere why I dislike it so much, so I will refrain here. I am just about finished with The Tale of the Missing Man, which I don't care much for either. I think in both cases it is the fact that the main characters are having these deep existential-level mid-life crises that they simply surrender to, tearing apart their families in the process, which I object to so much. Could they not at least try to pull themselves together a bit? Of the two, The Tale of the Missing Man at least is more interesting, and I can relate to this man's agony when earlier in life he is horrified to find out that his beloved "sister" smokes (and later on he finds out she drinks as well, which is too much for him as a practicing Muslim (at this point in the story) and she suffered sexual abuse at the hands of her uncle). I still remember that when I was a very, very young man at university, I saw one of the students at East Quad (whom I happened to have a crush on naturally) smoke a cigarette expertly in a student production. At that point, I realized she operated at a different level than me and she was out of my league, and I never really tried to get to know her better after that. Foolish me...
I also am nearly done with Heather O'Neill's Valentine in Montreal, which was written as a serial novel in the manner of Dickens, though Heather avoided having any really dark or troubling episodes in this book. Each chapter takes place at a different Montreal metro stop. It's more fun than the other two certainly, though it is a little too light, which is clearly by design.
At any rate, I'll need to decide what I am reading next. It is somewhat inconvenient that most of the books I am considering next are in multi-novel anthologies, like Maxwell's So Long, See You Tomorrow, Faulkner's The Wild Palms, O'Connor's A Good Man is Hard to Find and even Joyce's Dubliners, which I am considering throwing into the mix. But there are a few stand-alone novels, and maybe I should focus on the shorter ones, like Gide's The Immoralist, Offill's Weather and Russell Smith's Self-Care, which I can put a hold on at the library and see when it comes in. I'm also reading a depressing book about energy use and climate change called More and More and More, though I am not sure I need to read this in full and can just skim it. I also agreed to read and review a book about mega-projects, so I should start in on that soon as well. And I have a ridiculous number of poetry books checked out, so I am working through those as well.
I've had another look through the good folder that was recovered off of the bad hard drive. It looks like I do have all visits to 401 Richmond salvaged, which is great, and even the TPL reading that Souvankham Thammavongsa gave. (It turns out she is left-handed!)
My back is feeling better, though it is still far from ideal. I've been able to keep up my visits to the gym and swimming, though I found the Regent Park pool overcrowded and completely intolerable on my last visit. I only got in somewhere between 12-15 laps (I was so frustrated I lost count!) when my normal workout is 24-25. The problem is when I have really overstuffed weekends, which is nearly every weekend, Regent Park has the best lane swim times and the others just don't work, esp. when the weather is such that I can't bike. Still, I will need to figure something out, either get there the moment the lanes open or push my way into the fast lanes despite my issues with them. And to the extend possible, try to make it work at Jimmie Simpson or Matty Eckler pools. I perhaps can do swimming on Sunday and then head over to Koerner Hall this weekend. Anyway, I'll figure something out.
I've been seeing a lot of movies lately. I saw Pan's Labyrinth, which was good but very dark. Broadcast News last night, which was quite good and had a somewhat surprising ending. I thought it was a bit refreshing that the Bonnie Hunter stuck to her guns and her principles (even though I wouldn't have made the choices she made) and yet she wasn't made to regret this decision and found happiness and presumably fulfillment in her own way. I'm off to see La Notte tonight and will probably stick around to see No Other Way after that, so it will be quite a long night. Then I see one last Naruse film at TIFF on the weekend. I have not sat down and figured out Feb. yet. There are a few concerts at the UT New Music Festival and a few plays I haven't booked tickets to. I've also figured out Stratford and Shaw, so I should book that, including a night at a BnB in Stratford.
Speaking of this (and really burying the lead) I had my number pulled in the satellite Fringe lottery, and my play, "At Home with the Bards," is going to be at Alumnae Theatre during the Toronto Fringe this summer! So exciting and a bit terrifying. I really need to just sit down and get the rest transcribed. If it is a good enough script, I have a potential lead on an actor to play the main part and then a director. But none of this will happen if I can't get it down on paper and cleaned up a bit. Also, they have agreed to put on the first part at the successor to Toronto Cold Reads in Feb.! So lots of good things happening if I could just focus...
Other things on my mind are that I finally got Toby over to the vet to be neutered. He is so sad in his cone, which comes off on Monday. He actually managed to get it off and was not happy when I found the cone and wrestled it back on.
I actually managed to get his sister, Rho, to the vet yesterday, which is always an ordeal, as it is just so hard to catch her. The idea that I will need to catch her 3 times when she is spayed (for the surgery and then two follow-up visits) is a bit upsetting, though I do imagine it will be easier to catch her with the cone on...
The weather is really getting me down, though it is not going to be nearly as cold today, though it will probably snow. The deep chill settles back in this weekend when I am going to be all over the city with my various cultural activities. Anyway, I should break now and back to work and then get this play transcribed.






