I just went out to the shops for a few last minute things. It. Is. Mental! If you need anything, go NOW while you still can!
- Portmans cropped cardigan
- H&M T
- Sportsgirl jeans
- Wittner shoes
I picked up hot cross buns; six traditional and six choc-chip, some whole rainbow trout for tomorrow night, bits and pieces for The Best Vegetarian Lasagne for tonight, vanilla ice cream to accompany the apple pie I intend to make tomorrow and some naughtiness; Red Rock Deli chips.
I am rereading The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje after seeing the episode of Seinfeld where Elaine gets dumped because she hates the movie. The movie is stunning but the book is breath-taking!
How do you translate a paragraphs such as this to film:
“He slips into the harness of the oil-wet parachute and pivots upside down, breaking free of glass, wind flinging his body back. Then his legs are free of everything, and he is in the air, bright, not knowing why he is bright until he realises he is on fire.”
The writing stays with you. It is descriptive prose with minute detail and beautiful metaphors.
Much of the book is comprised of descriptions of the desert; two pages dedicated to the names of each desert wind and their differences. It is evocative. I didn’t take much notice of the desert when we were in Egypt but it brings it back to you; the dry air, the vastness, so much like the ocean. I remember D climbed to the top of a dune on the edge of the Nile while I waited in the felucca.
At the top, besides the Nile delta he said it was just desert as far as you could see. Even that simple image is dramatic and oppressive.
I really enjoy reading fantasy fiction but literature is inspiring. My mission: to join the library and to read more Ondaatje, especially his poetry. I can only imagine how gorgeous his writing would be in verse as I can’t seem to find an example online.
Does anyone have any other recommendations when I go to the library?