For no particular reason except to remind myself what I thought:
& George, by Julian Barnes: Don’t believe the hype. Starts off
well, but has far too much padding. No one cares about whether, why or how Arthur
Conan Doyle related to women and/or fell in love, and we don’t want to spend
hundreds of pages wading through his thought processes while waiting for the
plot to restart. Some wonderful turns of phrase, of course, but not enough to
make the book worth reading.
I like messes like this, contemporary life is messy, contemporary art is messy,
and this exhibition reflects that messiness in all its glory. There’s humour
enough here to keep one occupied, and there’s even some good art, too.
Just watched it on DVD, so I’m adding it to the list. Fantastic cast, overly-oppressive
soundtrack. Could have been a great movie, but for the Precocious Kid. But pretty
much anything with Donald Sutherland in it is worth watching.