Monday Scramble: Are We There Yet?
Is it still 2009? We’re afraid that we’re going to wake up one of these mornings and discover that it is 2011 and that we are seriously overdue. That’s not an entirely coherent thought, but it captures our mood of bubbling panic. Where do people find the time to watch 4.5 hours of television a day?
On the other hand, the Editor wants you to know that his apartment looks great, and that his knowledge of its contents’ whereabouts grows by leaps and bounds from week to week!
We hope that you’ve read “Alone,” last week’s New Yorker story, by Yiyun Li. We thought that it was a standout — even though the magazine has been running some very interesting stories lately. If you haven’t read “Alone,” though, don’t click on this link, because the page is one big spoiler. There is no meaningful way to discuss this piece of amazing fiction without focusing on the last line.
Thanks to a hatpin applied by an MTC researcher, we remedied one of our delinquencies and wrote up the revival of The Royal Family. It was one of those sheesh-we’re-lucky-to-live-here nights at the theatre.
Pirate Radio — as The Boat That Rocked is called here — was, in contrast, a thrill that could be had wherever major motion pictures are exhibited. We don’t have much to say about it now, just too much. For the time being, we’re going to spare you.
And, of course, this week’s Book Review review.