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Episode 6: Let’s Go to the Movies

Part 1: the movie briefcase

Patton Oswalt‘s book: Silver Screen Fiend: Learning About Life From an Addiction to Film

The Godfather (1972) …also from a novel, naturally

Movies from my childhood in episode:
Star Wars (1977)
The Rescuers (1977) …also from a novel
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)
Pete’s Dragon (1977)
Superman II (1980)
Herbie marathon: The Love Bug (1968), Herbie Rides Again (1974), Herbie Goes Bananas (1980)

Part 2: found in translation

My books to movie list from this episode, in order:
Tie for 1. The Exorcist, The Silence of the Lambs, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
4. The Dead Zone
5. Harriet the Spy
6. Frankenstein
7. Little Women
8. Hamlet
9. Interview with the Vampire
10. Dracula
special mention. Bridge to Terabithia

…and their best adaption to film, in my opinion (if given a choice):


…and don’t forget Scream (your girl’s been making it rain popcorn since 1996) and A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984 original) (bound in a nutshell and made a king of infinite space)



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Carla: NaNoWriMo


My novel: Watching the Detectives, based upon an unsolved true crime

Day 4: I am reading Joyce Carol Oates’ collection of essays and reviews of others’ work, In Rough Country, taken on when her husband was sick, completed when he died. The prelude essay explains how the work and other people’s words saved her, how in the quiet of night with books she was herself, in the daytime of phone calls and people and decisions, she was his widow. Her words resonated with me; her bedroom sounded like mine, in the first days, weeks, and months of being disabled, of being unwillingly homebound, of not knowing what the word “next” meant, or “me”, or “myself”, or “vocation”…

I messaged her and thanked her last night on Twitter, and she retweeted both of my messages.

The grande dame of American letters, probably the most talented and intelligent female writers alive today…in our 21st century quirky modes of communication, I told her I recognized my heart in her words, and she said the same.

Namaste, Professor.

I need to gather myself well in hand to write today.

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