I truly do not understand the Tin House hatred. Tin House is a phenomenal literary magazine, and it's respected by all the mansplain-y types, its stories regularly picked for the man-heavy Best American Short Stories . . . why the hating?
Oh, is it because it recently was touted as having a solid 50/50 split of male to female authors? Well, can't have that. Quick, make sure you call it a girl. That'll teach it.
I have missed these so much.
@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose Emma Thompson is my favorite character in the whole movie. (And this is topping my love for Liam Neeson and that awesome kid who plays all the precocious kids everywhere, which is a love of phenomenal force.) She is such a good mom. She's the mom I wish my mom had been. Just all shoving aside her own pain to make sure her kids feel the force of her pride and love for them. All crying alone to Joni Mitchell and then rushing downstairs to be cheerful and make sure they get to the play on time. Uggggghhh Emma Thompson. You are the best. Be my mommy.
@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose I'd have a lot more sympathy for Alan Rickman's character if we had any indication that he was being neglected in any way. He seems perfectly happy with his life. He seems to like his job and wife and kids. He has the affair just . . . because it's there? because it's exciting and available? because it's probably pretty thrilling as a middle aged man to have someone aggressively pursue you, when you haven't experienced it for a while?
I can have sympathy for someone who has an affair out of some desperate need to fill a void, but this guy is voidless. He hurts his wife permanently for pretty much no reason at all. I don't have a lot of sympathy for his dissatisfaction with the state of affairs afterward.
Laura Linney does have her brother's love, which is nice, but I always ache for her because no one takes care of her needs. Her brother can't, because he is sick. I don't even need her to have a romantic partner, but it would have been so nice if she'd wound up with a friend or something, some kind of support.
My boyfriend recently pointed out to me that the only people who don't wind up happy in this movie are the two women who sacrifice everything for the people they love: Laura Linney and Emma Thompson. Their suffering is never resolved, and it is implied that it is okay that they are suffering, for they are Noble, which is far more important. We never see Laura get someone to love her. We never see Alan Rickman make it up to Emma. They just keep being nobly sacrificing, forever and ever, amen.
I had never noticed this before. Clearly my boyfriend is a better feminist than I.
I will forever be grateful to my high school English teacher for assigning me Dorothy Parker for the one huge college-type research paper we had to write for her class. Everyone snapped up the recognizable authors immediately, and she told me, "I picked this one out especially for you."
And then I read four biographies and all of her stories and poems in ancient hardbacks from the library and memorized about half of it and was insufferable but blissfully happy forever after. Good teachers, man.
I feel I would try so much harder to follow advice that was given cryptically. Straightforward advice, all lies. THAT's the problem. Clearly.
On Lionel Shriver on obesity and the surplus of attractive characters in fiction: "The solution is to get a grip and put human beauty in perspective"
I know she's writing about fiction, but this is exactly why I prefer British TV shows to American ones. I remember the first show or two I watched, thinking, "Damn, how brave of them to cast a non-good looking character in that role." And then realizing that probably 90% of any given cast wasn't Hollywood levels of good looking. Many are attractive, but they're normal attractive. They're attractive the way your friends are attractive.
Your mom. Seems. Awesome.
@Nave Espacial AUGH YES and also all the Pippi Longstockings.