Tuesday’s Overlooked A/V: London Boulevard

You know I’m a sucker for Ken Bruen, so why has it taken so long to catch up with this 2010 neo-noir film? Not spectacularly successful, I’m not even sure it made it to American shores, my home at the time. I can see why it did not make a splash; people who were impressed…

Town & Country

I will get to the Fall concert, but anon. Earlier in the day I had a fabulous lunch with Hannah Priest who ran the Werewolf Women Conference last fall and will be part of the Gender and Punishment Medieval Conference in January (which I’ll probably go to since I’ll be near by). We had a…

Friday’s Forgotten Books: Bend Sinister

It’s a bit cheeky suggesting that a Nabokov book could be “forgotten” but I think I can make a case here. After all, Amazon lists the most recent edition as the one from 1990. But first let me mention this fabulous design by Carol Carson for the Nabokov Specimen Box Project, a fantastic design project:…

BitchBuzz: Sic Semper Baconis

Hola from New Orleans! Of course I need to let you all know that my latest piece for BitchBuzz is up and it’s all bacony goodness. Down here at PCA things are jumping. We had a long day getting here, but we had plenty of time to catch up with Miss Wendy and check into…

London Recap, Part Three: Mmmm, Bacon

Sunday was Bacon day! Over to the Tate Britain in the cold cold drizzle (it always seems to rain when I go over Pimlico way). I had expected wonders from the Rothko exhibit, but I hadn’t quite realised how much the Tate had gone all out for Franky Bacon, including a bunch of talks (none…

London Recap, Part Two: Not dining with Mr Jones

Friday afternoon I hit the Andy Warhol, “Other Voices, Other Rooms” exhibit at the Hayward Gallery at the Southbank Centre. The guidebook lists its contents as “21 films, 1 clouds installation, 40 screen tests, 6 videos, 42 tv-episodes, 16 drawings…” and on and on. I’d never really thought about the direct link between Warhol and…

London Recap, Part One

Now that we’re back from Robert’s where he treated us in the usual style, i.e. stuffing us silly with good food and drink, I’m finally facing the horror of catching up with all I’ve neglected while swanning off to London. Is writing it up just another way to avoid work? Oh, let’s not think about…