Women Talking, Working on Syllabi, and Champagne Friday-Saturday
“No, Ernie, says Agata, there’s no plot, we’re only women talking.”
― Women Talking
"Where's my syllabus to guide me through life?
"Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!"
- Dom Pérignon
I was having a hard time sleeping a few nights back. So, I stayed up reading Women Talking. It has been on my Kindle a long time and I started reading it a while back. I put it down partly because of difficult content, but also I was having a bit of difficulty following all the characters. I've picked it up here and there but I got hooked into it this time read it to the end and was completely blown away. What an amazing book! It is so well-written and well-crafted. Anyway, with the excellence of the end in mind, I was still not sleepy so I started reading it again. This time around the parallels with Augustine's Confessions just hit me over the head. August narrator. His mother's name is Monica. Sins of the flesh etc. I'm sure someone has already written that article, but it would be a good one.
I also think it would be a fantastic book to teach in a feminism class or a philosophy in literature class particularly at a religious school. It would be a good way to get a lot of difficult to talk about themes on the table.
I'm looking forward to reading Miriam Toews' other books now too. Always fun to find a new author.
I've been listening to Daniel Brown's The Boys on the Boat. Jeff and I went to see the movie a couple weeks ago. I enjoyed it as it is the type of movie I generally enjoy. However the book just blows the movie out of the water, so to speak. It is so rich in historical detail and places the story of the movie it a broader more nuanced context.
In other news, it is cold. Jeff and I went to the Symphony last night for the first time since the pandemic. We used to go regularly. The "Good Things Come in Threes" trio was awesome in the Beethoven Concerto for Piano, Violin, and Cello and the Dvorzak Symphony #7 was really great with lots of good clarinet pieces and the opening Grieg number.
The sunset was spectacular yesterday as well.
Lately, I have been feeling like we are living in a bit of a liminal space. Some of it is just the in between time of the semester, but it is also waiting for the cold to come and the feeling of unease about Dad's declining situation.
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