Lazy Sunday breezes, when the pm on the clock doesn't necessarily mean morning is over. We keep it easy and drop in some recent reads before heading outside with a book and something cool:
Even in the Madison Square Park of 2009, with its vestiges of boom era yuppiedom still in bloom as the party ends, James Wolcott finds a witty way to continue his recent (and vastly entertaining) obsession with American Ballet's prima ballerina on a summer afternoon. Mr. W is attempting the rarely attemped high-wire blogging feat of expertly promoting his wife's new novel whilst launching the gorgeous Veronika Part to superstardom and beyond. If any one can pull it off, he can. (And please do order The Bird Catcher by Laura Jacobs).
Speaking of balancing acts, Lance Mannion's been walkin' on a wire for years, attempting the bridge the unbridgeable with posts on human relations between the sexes. Now, he's off on his yearly family sojourn to the Cape - but before decamping for the seaside, he filed the 512th in the Mannionesque series on how women view men who are viewing women, viewed by a blogger of considerable viewing experience. This one's part deux of the world's most intelligent analysis of The Hangover - grab another cuppa and settle in.
Blue Girl doesn't know it (and indeed, no one seems to have noticed!), but I'm on day 35 of an everyday blogging challenge inspired by her own successful series of writing exercises. Freshen the chops. Find something to say that you normally wouldn't. Exercise and discipline for those six-pack writing abs. Poke.
Speaking of the installment plan, the prolific Dan Leo is on part 151 of his Arnold Schnabel’s Railroad Train to Heaven series, this one improbably featuring Cape May, Nancy Sinatra,and Heaven Hill bourbon.
Before her blog break, the fab Ms. Peel posted an epic on British train travel humor that had me in mind of some of the classic Holmesian timetable consultation. Oh, to suffer Ms. Peel's travails: "...just try going from Oakham to Swaffham, the Mutt and Jeff of market towns. You can get to Swaffham, via Peterborough, but the trains only run late in the day - not very helpful at all."
Meanwhile, the Siren rises to defend Manhattan Melodrama by way of Johnny Depp's latest pirates flick (transported to inland Prohibition capers) - which is to say, she finds another great hook for writing about the brilliant Myrna Loy.
from Amazon.
Hey Tom, thanks for the shout out!
And while I didn't know you were posting every day as an exercise, I did notice you were posting often. And I've been glad for it! Keep it up!
Poke.
Posted by: blue girl | July 12, 2009 at 05:04 PM