Talking to the poets, telling them your name

[sovay]

Prompted, I assume, by the five minutes of Absolute Hell (1991) I watched last night on rydra_wong's recommendation, I dreamed of watching some nonexistent television featuring Bill Nighy. He was playing one of M. John Harrison's indescribably seedy urban magicians: I really minded the adaptation not existing when I woke. He was perfect.

I continue to feel that my intelligence has been siphoned out through my alveoli, but I got out for a walk with spatch before the afternoon clouded over, the elm leaves were sun-translucent green and the dogwood next door is flowering in two colors, and I have a new shirt which I believe is meant for going to the beach in. I am reading Christianna Brand's Green for Danger (1944) and enjoying it very much despite its dissimilarities to the 1946 film version which I encountered first. Since I own a couple of her art books, I don't think of her as having vanished as fully as it seems she did from the perspective of Hollywood and TV, but this is a nice article about Wendy Froud.

Comments

[selkie]

It is an extremely nice new shirt! It has short sleeves, a dapper touch! Didn't I meet those trousers in 2001!

[skygiants]

Martin Edwards in The Golden Age of Murder was so RUDE about Christianna Brand, he keeps bringing up bits of gossip that she dropped in introductions to other people's books and being like 'IF one can believe what Brand says' which he doesn't do with anyone else! Which, conversely, had the effect of making me want to read a bunch more brand.

[cmcmck]

Nice pic.

You are very photogenic!

[mrissa]

They've gone and made a movie of a Christiana Brand book! Well! There's me brought up to date.

[oracne]

Bill Nighy should TOTALLY play one of "M. John Harrison's indescribably seedy urban magicians."