Blue Bird Roamin’
The lady formerly known as Marlene and I decided to attend the literary equivalent of mass at Daunt Books. It does feel church-like. One could equally be idling in Darwin’s living room. Or Dumbledore’s atrium. She was quick to assert that for her, the layout is somewhat more geographically cultured than useful in terms of literary genre. I’m less functional and more feel than her, at least on this occasion and I want to live there.
We were hunting for pages to mark the first full circling of Ra for the now walking, chattering spawn of Nico, aka Bassface. The child most certainly has a language of his own, yet I needs must help him craft form with my native tongue in order to converse more sensibly with him. Daunt’s is a beautiful space to begin that dialect, stuffed to the rafters with the most excellent selection of those books that got me and many others into reading in the first place. I am a very hungry minibeast and shall sail away to those lands where Gandolfini roams, any day of the week.
‘Looking for Langston’, the original soundtrack from the 1989 film by Isaac Julien is, I guess the late eighties equivalent of beat. Spoken word, ambient citysccape and freeform jazz line each sultry, smokey groove. Also, it’s blue. And the sleeve is obsessed with polaroids. What’s not to love?
‘Ladybird’ is what professional critics often term ‘a quiet tour de force’ in its painting of human existence and growing the fuck up. The lovely, lovely Genesis cinema in Whitechapel is always a treat. Seriously, they have guilt-free vegan pizza and extremely passable beer. It's always nice when the actual film sticks its landing too. The brush strokes are deeply, deeply personal and the film as a whole is thoroughly capable of touching you in your most personal of places. Also, Ronan and Letts are incredibly real and must-watchable. John Niven once paraphrased someone (I want to say Yeats) that for writers, ‘experience is the job.’ I get the impression that much of the dialogue here originated somewhere, sometime IRL. I can only return to the literature of my childhood and similarly parrot the work of his inimitable eminence, Dr Seuss: I didn’t cry because it was over, I smiled because it happened.
JD - TACOCAT