I just finished the incredible memoir, Dark at the Roots by Sarah Thyre. Awesome. One of the best I've read and I'm a memoir freak. A book freak actually. I usually tear through at least 2 books a week. If I don't have a stack knee high from the library in my bedside book basket I start getting shaky. On a recent trip to Michigan I gasped loudly as we left Illinois. "What's wrong man?", husband asked. "Dude I forgot to pack my BOOKS." Which pisses husband off because he knows I'll be blowing cash on any and all reading material I can find along the way.
Husband: How's that Guide To Trucker's Life?
Me: Riveting. Pass me Gas Station Collectibles I'm almost done.
My all time favorite memoir is A Girl Named Zippy by Haven Kimmel. And I imagine that Zippy and Sarah would have been BFF had they lived next door to each other. I recommend reading both books if you haven't already. And check out Sarah's website too, it's pretty funny.
Though there was one serious bomb in my library stash this week, and it was the DVD Fur, An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus. I really like Arbus's photography and adore Nicole Kidman. I know, I know she looks like a wax doll in the tabloid pictures - but on screen she mesmerizes me. And Kidman in retro 50's costuming, better than Xanax.
But for Christs sake, two hours of Kidman falling in love with Chewbacca? And it wasn't so much the storyline as it was the slooooow arthouse direction. The cameraman would focus on Kidman looking through a peephole for 15 minutes. I'm not sure if they thought they had to beat our ignorant behinds with the symbolism to drive it home or if it was just really bad film making. Skip it and check out Arbus's cool photos instead.