We’re finally getting some concerted rain around here. Not too much, and we’re still several inches behind on annual averages, but enough to keep things alive. Saturday was simply misty but yesterday we had two or three serious rainfalls.
I feel like I’m juggling about 20 different things all at the same time right now, but one by one they are being put into order. I wrote and revised my next Cemetery Dance column over the weekend. It’s due later on this week. Some things are going to happen tomorrow that I’ll want to get in, including the posting of an excerpt from The Cannibals, one of King’s incomplete trunk novels, but I have the 3200-word column mostly tamed.
I spent most of the afternoon sending out press releases about The Stephen King Illustrated Companion, since Barnes & Noble won’t be doing much publicity for the book, if any. I did something similar several years ago for the Dark Tower book and I got a few bites, including a phone-in interview with Maritime Noon on CBC radio, and a print interview with a newspaper out in California that took place during an earthquake (at the interviewer’s end, not mine).
I finished my review of The Way Home by George Pelecanos and posted it on Onyx last night. I was disappointed by the book, and I seem to have been on a run of novels that had major issues. However, I’m currently reading The King’s Gold by Arturo Perez-Reverte and enjoying it just fine, much more than the previous Alatriste novel, which was rather grim.
Matt Frewer was back on Eureka this week, and a welcome return it was. I’ve liked him ever since the days of Max Headroom, if you recall that short-lived show. This week is the brief season’s finale. What shows start back up this week other than Survivor and Fringe?
We went to see Julia & Julie on Saturday. The Julia Child parts of the movie were absolutely delightful. The Julie parts were uneven, although Amy Adams is a charmer. I think my cholesterol count went up by 50 points just watching the film. Meryl Streep was excellent. Within a few minutes I didn’t see her at all, only Julia Child. And the mature relationship with her husband was great, too. We laughed especially hard at the part where she’s recounting her day to her sister in a letter. (Paul comes home for lunch. Then he “takes a nap…”)
