Alan Bean Plus Four, Roman Fever, and Advice From A Caterpillar

Tom Hanks wrote a short story and got it published in The New Yorker. Congrats. You’re only, like, good at everything. Geez.

Tom Hanks’s story, “Alan Bean Plus Four”,  wasn’t as awful as Slate and other blogs made it out to be, not to me. I think it does what a good short story is supposed to do; capture a moment and make you think about something else outside of that moment. I guess I thought it was cute, or as cute as a story about some friends going to the moon, throwing up, and crying together could be. Congrats, Tom Hanks.

This weekend, I had to write an 8-10  page short story for my creative writing class. (Or was it only 6-8? Oh well.) It um, sucks, and it’s probably typoed to high hell and back, but it’s done. Well, I guess if it sucks then it isn’t done, but whatever. I also had to write a 1000 word essay for my English 300 class about a theme from The Savage Detectives, a novel by Roberto Bolaño. I finally got through it enough to write a paper about how lost it made me feel. I’ll have you know that I did both of these assignments while hung over after a halloween party. I guess that, at least, is a half-decent accomplishment.

I also had to read and research Advice From A Caterpillar, a play by Douglas Carter Beane, for my acting class. I really loved the play when I first read it, but all of the research the professor is making me do about every little line is really draining all of the goodness from it like “insert witty simile here”. The professor said that the study guide would take six hours, and I thought she was just being like a college professor when she said it so I didn’t really heed her warning very well. I will now be pulling an all-nighter trying to get this study guide done. Then tomorrow morning I have to meet with an acting partner for yet another open scene rehearsal that I also have to re-perform again tomorrow in class.

Long story short, I didn’t have time to read a story from The Norton Introduction to Literature today because I’m too freaking busy. That’s okay though, because it appears that I forgot to blog about “Roman Fever”, by Edith Wharton. It was assigned for my English 300 class months ago, and we discussed it in class, and I guess I just forgot about it because I’m complicated.

So, “Roman Fever” – some conniving women sit and talk about their dead husbands, and one of them finds out the other one slept with their husband a long time ago and had a baby by them, and the other one knew it and tried to kill her by praying that she got the plague or something. “Roman Fever”.

Okay, I have to finish my homework now. Bye!

 

Recitatif, Resurrection, Arrow, and The Flash

If you’re new to my blog, you’ll want to know that I’m completely reading every page of The Norton Introduction to Literature: Shorter 11th Edition, by Kelly J. Mays, in it’s entirety, and blogging about it in an incredibly confusing way alongside my rants about life and stuff.

I took an AP English class in high school and had to read Beloved, a novel by Toni Morrison, and a spectacular one if you haven’t read it. I remember hearing that “Recitatif” was Toni Morrison’s only published short story, but I somehow never read it. I rectified that recently; it was the next story in The Norton Introduction to Literature. It’s a story about two girls who met at a home for children. I had to do some “research” after I read it because I was curious about the title and other things. I don’t really feel that the dialogue was very “musical”, if that’s what she was going for there. Strange thought, maybe there are operas of this short story somewhere? I guess if you put it to music, you never know. I suppose I’m over thinking it, and the real point of the title is the short moments of the lives brought together, and the “rhythm” of it all. At least, that’s what Wikipedia says.

I got sidetracked.

I also got caught up on the second season of Resurrection. I appreciate the fact that they aren’t going for an overly religious tone, even if that question does seem to pop up every now and then. Things are getting interesting, finally. The first season was incredibly short, I’m wondering if this second season will be just as quick, too.

I also watched the newest episodes of Arrow. Thea can totes kick butt now, and that’s pretty awesome.  Oh, and The Flash is getting better. I feel like it’s somehow being rushed, but if memory serves me correctly I felt that way about Arrow and first, too. At least once Barry Allen puts on his costume, he really does the whole “new to being a hero” thing well. It almost feels like the opposite of what happened to Oliver Queen. Well, kind of. I wonder if that was intentional?

A & P, Dark Meadow, and Once Upon A Time

I stayed home from my Acting One class today (actually, yesterday, because my blogs are usually a day late due to the rigorous editing process I put myself through) in an attempt to completely heal up good from not-Ebola. To be completely honest, I could use another day, but I got an email from my professor expressing his disappointment. I guess that means I should go back to class, even though I don’t go back to Acting One until Thursday. (That’s two days from now, even though I’m posting this tomorrow, on Wednesday. I know, it’s confusing. Don’t worry about it.)

The Savage Detectives novel that I’m reading for my English Literature class is starting to get a little more interesting. I’m still somewhat behind; I have to keep re-reading it to understand certain parts. The timeline is extremely confusing, and there are so many different perspectives. A classmate expressed her theory that it was originally two novels. I agree. It’s kind of a mess. I’ve had to take little breaks from it, watching and reading other things to not get burned out. I read another short story from The Norton Introduction to Literature, “A & P”, by John Updike. It was a quick story that I believe took place in the 60s. The story was short and not very eventful, but who am I to judge how eventful certain things are?

I also read a short story from my most recently purchased volume of Tin House, “Dark Meadow”, by Adam Johnson. It was a strange piece about a hacker who is “studying” some “illegal images”. It was written in a way that made me think more about the modern concern over our privacy and big data, but I’m really not sure if that’s what the author was going for. I guess an author never really knows how their story will be taken, though. In my creative writing class, I read from a short story that I finally finished today. (Or was it yesterday? Never mind, don’t worry about it.) I use the term “finished” loosely, because is anything ever really finished? Anyway, the images that stuck with the students who listened really surprised me. It even pointed some things about my writing that I didn’t know I liked.

Last but not least, I got caught up on the 4th season of Once Upon A Time. I’d like to spend the rest of this blog post complaining about how I feel like the show isn’t grabbing my attention that much anymore. The Frozen storyline doesn’t seem all that exciting, and I could care less about Elsa and Anna. I’m much more interested in the relationship between Regina and Robin Hood. This season could be entirely about that and I’d be happy. Finally finding out that Emma’s car is Herbie the Love Bug would sweeten the deal. I mean come on, where else could the writers have possibly been going with that?