A.O. Smith's review of the movie, The Da Vinci Code, trashes Dan Brown's prose, the actors, the gullible public up to and including the unclued religionistas. Yesterday's New Yorker had an interesting article on Opus Dei. If you don't know who they are, you have been living under a rock for two years and need to get out more, or else you have been out all the time and need to stay in and read more. There are always two possibilities: either/or. Did Kierkegaard say that or was it Danny Kaye in some movie? No, I think Franz Werfel. Or Danny Kaye. Whatever.
Link to the review: http://movies2.nytimes.com/2006/05/17/movies/17cnd-code.html
I love all the hype, the Cannes Film Festival, the bitchiness, the clamour/glamour of the whole thing. It's nice to have something besides rain and war and Medicare D to think about.
Sometimes Grapeshot wonders, if her wildest of fantasies, what she would do if the NY Times trashed her writing like they did Brown's today. Of course he is laughing all the way to the bank, the financial planner, the broker and the whatever the newly rich laugh all the way to. I wonder if he is buying his researcher wife $4000 handbags. Seems a little extreme for a New England writer, yes?
I do know someone who has had books both praised and trashed by the Times. She had a lot of aplomb and just mentioned trashing in passing, like it happened to everyone every day. Well, maybe it does.
No news from the agent, but I wrote 6 pages in the last two days and hope to do that many today also. The Chuckee Cheese scene is done. Not exactly the Louvre or the Priority of Sion, more of an American culture kind of thing.
Onward,
Grapeshot
Thursday, May 18, 2006
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