A single man
We are going to New York this week end and we know that for our movie night it is going to be Avatar.
Now, other than Avatar there are a few other movies on the Oscar list I’d like to see. And one I have been weighing on: ”A single man”. I recently read the book –and if I’d use only one word to describe it I’d use: human. As you’ll probably read from other reviews that the book covers (again) gay issues, I am not going to rest much on this fact. Yes, the book is about a gay man mourning the loss of his life time partner in a way that can be hard to explain, as he was not able to always mourn in public. but it is also about an old man fearing about the gap widening between him and the younger generations, fearing old people houses, wondering at a point about “his old teacher rambling”. Human fear, human bitterness… and also human tenderness in his relationship with Charley. And now I fear that as it happened for most of the books I loved, I will dislike the movie. I liked the trailer. I heard that both Colin firth and Julianne Moore did an amazing job… So maybe I shall see it.
Price Reduced Again
Julie’s poetry is just amazing in spite of her choice of simple language. Her eye for spotting the human touches in her troubled characters is well complemented by choice of language: alive, would be the best to describe She does remind of Grace Paley :”Poetry is too literary/…”
You can purchase her book, or read her poetry on her blog: the Buffaloe Pen.
Now, Julie does have a keen eye for people preserving their humanity during hardship. I am afraid I do not. This is why I might ended almost getting robed when trying to give a dollar to a panhandler. I am ok (and now I carry pepper spray too). But I am also scared to give change on the street because I could not possible say if the person in cause will not go crazy as it happened last time. And I also believed I should share my blessings, and I could give through organized institutions… but as much as these institutions do they lack the human touch. The ability to maybe , not just give but also listen… And I am angry, angry that she took it away for me. Angry because I do not feel I can overcome this fear…