While we're brainstorming ideas for TV shows, how about "Shemar Moore Stands Around and Reads His Grocery List for 22.5 Minutes"?
@lunaesque just noting some overall changes in this site, which used to have a books editor and now appears to be mostly about clothes. Which is boring.
So, is the hairpin a fashion site now?
Actually I think that's a pretty sick burn for a nine year old. I only recently figured out what "fivehead" means, and I am an adult ("adult"), so.
Wide Sargasso Sea, not Wild Sargasso Sea.
The description of nonprofits as "giant bureaucracies with a pedigree" is 100% spot-on.
and nearly weightless
oh for fuck's sake.
@Statham maybe this will help: http://newyork.seriouseats.com/2013/07/where-to-eat-near-times-square-new-york-nyc.html
@Danzig! @Lauren_O'Neal Ah, interesting. Errol is the overachiever of the family, then. He could have hidden all those bodies in his nasty little rabbit warren and never been found... but instead he had to show off.
Ok two things that have been bugging me all day:
1.) I think we can safely assume that creepy Errol killed Dora Lange, even though it wasn't explicitly spelled out in the finale. I'm still struggling with the "why" though -- most/all of the evidence (photos and that video) about the culty people indicates they like to prey on children. Why this woman?
2.) It's also not clear to me why Dora's body was posed and displayed the way she was. Like creepy underground cult functions for [some really long period of time] and then basically does the equivalent of sending up a flare for the police saying "come find me!" Did creepy Errol just go extra-insane that day?
It is entirely possible I'm missing something really obvious here, so please tell me if I just fell asleep during some vital moment or something.
@mlle.gateau The first book ends with Salander rescuing what's-his-face from the evil Nazi brother, in fact. And there's a brief moment in the book, but I believe not in either movie, where evil Nazi brother attempts to sexually assault what's-his-face. Larsson doesn't spend a lot of time on it, but I think it's an efficient demonstration of the idea that rape is about power, not sex.
Given that Larsson wrote the novels for his own enjoyment and died before they were published, I'm a little more willing to let him off the hook for the obvious middle-aged dude wish fulfillment aspects of the plot. I'm sure we would all like to fall in love with a beautiful, mysterious stranger; many of us might choose to express that a little differently in a work intended for publication than in our own journals or other private writings.