It is actually almost hot out: in the low seventies (Fahrenheit – even after living in Centigrade countries for more than twelve years now, I just cannot think in Centigrade, in spite of its logic). In California, of course, it would be merely a normal day out of, say, eight months of the year in the south, or perhaps four months in the north; but here it is frankly rather strange.
Bennett once said, of a day like this, "It's practically tropical outside!". Of course he was born here... I just rolled my eyes and tried to explain the difference between northern England and Hong Kong. Or better: Bangkok... do you know those beautiful old Thai paintings of court life, where everything that happens is outdoors in a series of open pavilions with silk drapery?... quite a different life than here.
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Colm Tóibín's
The Master – yes, it really is beautifully written; and brings up Henry James' way of thinking, of experiencing, without trying to ventriloquize in his style (and that's a good thing – a po-mo pastiche of James would be, well, nausea-inducing). But the sense of time and of loss, especially associated with poor disoriented Alice James... very real, very subtle; and also the intricacy of being uneasy with being homosexual, with anyone knowing about it, etc. etc.
Of course this is typical of some of Tóibín's thinking – if you ever read Love in a Dark Time you know that he himself isn't always terribly happy with being gay. Well, at least he's honest about it (and he writes beautifully about his doubts).
I should go back and read Edel's biography (never did finish it, hey it's five volumes) and perhaps try Susan Sontag's play about Alice (Alice in Bed), which has also sat on my shelf for ages. (The Sontag isn't particularly graceful, which put me off reading it... but I'm sure it will be intelligent.)
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Lately I was completely overwhelmed by Joss Whedon's
Dollhouse, which has been on American television since January, and is just showing up here. It's a bit strange that I would only notice now, as I'm such an utter
Buffy/Firefly/Serenity/Angel/Dr Horrible fan; but I guess that shows I'm pretty much out of the loop. To restate everybody's opinions on a show that has had a rocky start, with which I basically agree: the first five episodes were good but not amazing – approximately like
The Pretender, which was always second- or even third-rate (but without as many clunky sentiments as that cheesier show).
But episodes six through nine were astounding... the basic idea is, of course, that secret contemporary technology makes it possible to erase and replace minds, in a way similar to computer software. So there is a 'Dollhouse' in Los Angeles – one of twenty or so in the world – where pretty young people who have had most of their minds removed wander around in pajamas, work out, get massages, and wait to have a personality implanted in them. Whereupon they become ideal sex partners, or ideal nannies or secret agents or... whatever. It recalls a lot of Philip K. Dick, or The Prisoner, but is more sensual and deceptively normal (not to mention corporate).
What's so powerful is the sudden plunge into deeply complex existential questions of being, emotion, thought – if your thoughts can be replaced or modified, do you really have them? Who are you, and how would you know you are that person? One of the edgier plot choices appears when some of the dolls wake up, and engage on a dramatic escape so that they can return to the world – but then we find out they've been programmed to do so, in order to relax them by giving them some sort of closure, so they can be returned to their glass coffins. Just the kind of closure that
we need when we're watching the show...
which is of course rather creepy. I recently wrote a piece called 'chemical bodies', where I talked about drugs and surgery and other ways of modifying the body and mind; it's like that, but more so.
Incidentally, episodes 11 and 12 are also very well written – with some of the funniest lines I've heard in a very long time (notably "Carrots! Medicinal carrots!") – but they were also fairly violent, so a bit tough to take, for me at least. I hope Whedon gets to do the whole five years – and I'm curious as to what kind of mixture of dark/violent/funny/sensual he'll end up constructing.
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But the taxi will be here in ten minutes, and I am off to Sweden, for the first time ever – to Göteborg, to discuss our university exchange arrangements. And, I hope, to eat some interesting food....