Good news: Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip has been picked up for a full season. WHEW! Thanks to everyone who let me know yesterday. This is such a good thing, especially since Monday’s episode was the first of a two-parter. I kept thinking I was going to be so mad if they canceled it and I didn’t get to find out what happened. Now, I think what they need to do is provide a short, concise summary so that anyone who hasn’t been watching can jump on board. Aaron Sorkin, if you need my help with that, just let me know. (As if. But a girl can dream!) Now if I can just get a written promise from the CW that Veronica Mars will be on forever, I’ll be happy. Not too much to ask, right?
Speaking of things to watch, one of the downsides of living in a smaller metro area is that independent movies often take FOREVER to get here. I am always so jealous of my New York and LA friends, who will email and ask me if I’ve seen something yet, and then I have to tell them it’s not even playing here yet or worse, never will. We have two GREAT independent theaters here in Chapel Hill, but they can only show so many movies at a time. Still, I SO want to see Little Children, because 1) it’s got Kate Winslet, who I love 2) it’s based on a book I loved, by Tom Perrotta 3) it’s got Jackie Earle Haley, who was in the Bad News Bears movies about a million years ago and this marks his big comeback. According to IMDB, it came out on Nov 3rd, but I haven’t seen any sign of it here yet. Also, I want to see Shut Up and Sing, the documentary about the Dixie Chicks, which has also yet to come here. I know I’m probably being impatient—these things take time, and all that—but still. It kind of stinks when the only movies you want to see aren’t even in your town. Meanwhile, I could go see Saw 2 in about ten different places. Oh, well.
Finally, an update on the reading list. I just finished Interpreter of Maladies yesterday, which was VERY good. It’s a collection of short stories, which I haven’t read in awhile, but so well done. I have to say that I liked Lahiri’s novel The Namesake better, but that’s probably because I read it first. I just love her style, how she’s able to convey so much with such sparse, perfect sentences. It’s like a master class, and makes me want to write something concise and sparse and poetic. Which is SO not going to happen, since I am a total over-writer, always packing my paragraphs with way too many adverbs and other extraneous things. I went through a phase in college where I really tried to write sparsely, because I was so impressed by people who could. But everyone just looked at my stuff and said, “What IS this?” So I gave it up. Still, it’s like anything else you can’t do but wish you could: impressive to watch. Maybe even more so because it’s so out of your own reach.
Now, I’m off to find something new to read. Maybe Stephen King’s latest, Lisey’s Story, which is supposed to be great, or another of Tom Perrotta’s books, now that Little Children is on my mind. Plus I STILL have Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, which I have GOT to get to, lest it end up sitting on the shelf next to A Hundred Years of Solitude and all the other books I’ve been meaning to read forever and yet somehow never do. A little Zen might be good for my weekend, actually. Especially since I won’t be going to the movies. Or writing sparsely. Or hearing from Aaron Sorkin about my summary offer or the CW about my written Veronica promise. Oh, well. At least it’s Friday.