Wednesday, October 31, 2012
The embassy scenes of shredding, hostility, panic, and fear sets the pace for this film. As it zooms back and forth from Washington to Tehran, we feel the frustration and helplessness. What will the US do? The option discussion is hilarious, despite its serious nature. How can you get six Americans out of Iran - by bicycle across snowy mountainous landscape? Ludicrous. Or how about as a Canadian film crew scouting locations? Insane? Yes, but that's what Tony Mendez, a State Dept. super spy suggests. Phone calls and trips to Hollywood help set up a fake company for a fake movie with fake staff - it's going to be a science fantasty film named Argo.
All systems go. By this time, your heart is pounding and we haven't even started an escape scene yet. When Tony alias Kevin shows up with full packets of documentation, the six Americans have only two days to memorize new identities and knowledge on movie making. They are summoned to the Grand Bazaar, tested amidst swarms of protesters. Iranians are snapping photos, trying to match up pictures with shredded material. They are figuring out from body counts that Americans are missing. Will they tie it to this Canadian film crew?
Nerves are frayed. Chances of being killed are off the chart. Can they make it to the airport, get through three security checks, and board a Swissair plane to Toronto?
Argo is a super exciting, sweaty palms, increased heartbeat thriller. Ben Affleck has directed a probable Academy Award nominee - it is that good. Great performances by him, Bryan Cranston, John Goodman, Alan Arkin, and more. Go see it. Pay full price. And Argo...________ self (fill in the blank). When you see the movie, you'll laugh at that tag line. Argo is a winner.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
by Joanne Faries
ninety-two feet tall
massive oak tree
shed gnarled limbs
huge suicidal branches
through the roof
family reclined on the couch
clicked between football
reality lumberjack show
oak shadow loomed
until slain by an arborist
by back door
Thursday, October 25, 2012
The book jacket tag line is Marriage can be a real killer.
Nick and Amy. Amy and Nick. Oh they seem like the perfect, beautiful couple as they prepare to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. However, a neighbor calls Nick at his work to say that the front door of the house is open and it just looks weird. Nick comes home to find Amy gone - blood, an overturned ottoman, signs of struggle.
As we alternate chapters -Nick deals with police, his in-laws, his twin sister, and his anniversary treasure hunt (Amy always leaves clues). Then we read excerpts from Amy's diary. Appearances are deceiving and we learn more and more about their life in New York, then moving back to Nick's old home town in Missouri, along the Mississippi River.
I'm not going to tell more. You need to read and discover on your own. Twists and turns galore - lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. The golden couple is tarnished.
p.73 And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.
It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.
p. 353 I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.
Excellent writing. Intriguing characters and plot line. Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl is a gem.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
by Joanne Faries
by Joanne Faries
dedicated to my husband, Ray
follow the ball
fingers clench, relax
ready, ready, wait
in the zone, he weaves
trained all summer
Pro football, World Series,
hockey, basketball, golf
Note - as this time Ice hockey is on hold due to lockout - but he's poised for any return
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
by Joanne Faries
burning leaf memory
inhaled, nose tingled
deep in my blood,
smoke oozed from pores
seeped into hair
airy ash wisps encircled my head
erie figures drifted in haze
rakes in hand swooshed
crimson, orange, yellow leaves
air-conditioner whir at six
wheezes until midnight
dollars fly about the room
distills humidity, cools tepid air
wind chimes silent
slack flag droops oppressed
yearn for fire reds, golden hues
drab leaves herald October
pumpkins will explode
melt into pumpkin pie
not glow with Halloween candles
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Opening paragraph hooks the reader, trust me - Here's what I'm trying to tell you: this case should have gone like clockwork. It should have ended up in the textbooks as a shining example of how to get everything right. By every rule in the book, this should have been a dream case.
Mick's a top detective with a great closing record, but he's coming off a problem case, been cooling his heels, and now this case should redeem him. He and his rookie partner, Richie, investigate the murder of Patrick Spain and his two young children. Wife, Jenny Spain, is in intensive care. They live in a half built, half-abandoned Irish development with suspicious neighbors, traces of life in empty homes, baby monitors, cameras, and too many small things that aren't explained. Files are erased from the family home computer, and Jenny's sister shares some past history that's problematic.
Police politics and procedures flow and this psychological thriller keeps the pages turning, the clues popping, and you, the reader, guessing. Tana French keeps the dialogue snappy and the plot lines taut. Great pacing and writing in the thriller genre.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
I'm reading a Poetry Anthology book and two pieces struck me so far:
Poetry - Marianne Moore (1887-1972)
I, too, dislike it.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it,
one discovers in it, after all,
a place for the genuine
And from Ars Poetica by Archibal Macleish - I liked this line:
A poem should not mean ...but be