Birds and book, day 14 of 2012 (+ Coriolanus)
I wrap a blanket about myself while I write this post for it's late and the furnace turned itself off a few hours ago. This evening we went to see Coriolanus by Seattle Shakespeare Company and, by gum, it was a thinky sort of play. I do like seeing plays with which I'm utterly unfamiliar and, happily, we arrived too late for me to have an opportunity to read the liner notes. Those who did read the program--or who paid too much attention to the voiceover prologue, felt that they'd been led to place their sympathies with the wrong parties so that it was a confusing and/or disorienting first act. Me, I pretty immediately found the plebeians an unsympathetic lot (which makes one wonder what the director thinks of the 99% movement and/or what he thought he was putting on stage). Of course, we were hard-pressed to come up with any characters who were presented sympathetically though I was finally able to declare Cominus (I think) to be a good enough guy. It was a stretch, however. The play, though, was quite fine and well worth seeing. It will be interested to see how the Ralph Fiennes film compares.
Before the play we went to the Tilikum Place Cafe; the house-made pasta was shockingly fine and the squash salad was also quite excellent.
Birds
house sparrows
house finches
goldfinches
Townsend's warbler
yellow-rumped warblers
gold-crowned sparrow
song sparrows
dark-eyed juncos
black-capped chickadees
Anna's hummingbirds
robin
starlings
gulls
crows
Book
The Cat's Table page 269 because yes, I did read the acknowledgments: finished, anyway. There was such an air of reality to some of the stuff I felt I did need to read the author's note at the end that assures the reader that while some of the aspects of the story resemble his life it really is a completely fictitious account. I'm not really sure what I thought of the book--possibly because my own reading of it was so disjointed or possibly because the narrative isn't all that linear. You get people's stories in odd chunks and there's a lot of the narrator remembering various events out of order. Does he go to Cassius art show before or after his marriage and does it matter? One way or another I felt caught up in the action only episodically. A fascinating bunch of characters but somehow I rarely connected with them. I blame myself rather than Mr. Ondaajte.
Before the play we went to the Tilikum Place Cafe; the house-made pasta was shockingly fine and the squash salad was also quite excellent.
Birds
house sparrows
house finches
goldfinches
Townsend's warbler
yellow-rumped warblers
gold-crowned sparrow
song sparrows
dark-eyed juncos
black-capped chickadees
Anna's hummingbirds
robin
starlings
gulls
crows
Book
The Cat's Table page 269 because yes, I did read the acknowledgments: finished, anyway. There was such an air of reality to some of the stuff I felt I did need to read the author's note at the end that assures the reader that while some of the aspects of the story resemble his life it really is a completely fictitious account. I'm not really sure what I thought of the book--possibly because my own reading of it was so disjointed or possibly because the narrative isn't all that linear. You get people's stories in odd chunks and there's a lot of the narrator remembering various events out of order. Does he go to Cassius art show before or after his marriage and does it matter? One way or another I felt caught up in the action only episodically. A fascinating bunch of characters but somehow I rarely connected with them. I blame myself rather than Mr. Ondaajte.