by Randal Keynes, the story was one that is familiar to many by now, but the movie was much more than the usual bio-pic. It was about the struggle between change and the status quo; about how people, and societies, try to squelch new thought in favor of old dogma. Couldn't be more timely. Now we're looking forward to seeing the Museum's Darwin Exhibit --it's only here for a couple more weeks.The SCWC begins today, as mentioned in the previous post--tonight is the meet and greet Happy Hour and tomorrow will be chock-full of meetings and sessions, so I'm reading the last of my advance submissions today. Speaking of writers conferences, I ran into my old friend Antoinette Kuritz online the other day--she runs the La Jolla Writers Conference which gets great press, too. I have yet to appear at that event--so maybe this is the year.
Just started reading Barbara Kingsolver's much-recommended-to-me The Lacuna
and I can already tell I'm going to love it. On an early page this line followed a description of the Mexican town's plaza at night: "The little cathedral looked taller than it was, and menacing, like a person who comes into the bedroom carrying a candle." What's not to love in that kind of writing?Hasta pronto!
