Miscellany

I've been so lax about this blog lately - rarely writing and staying away from it for weeks at a time. Not that particularly interesting things are happening in my life. But I have been reading a lot. And watching a lot of Sex and the City.

Museums and Manolos

How does a thirty something afford a 100+ shoes each of which costs $485? How can anyone really afford to live in the upper east side and own Chanel? Logic and reason clearly do not apply here.

But there's something uniquely enjoyable about this hit show that lasted six years. M observed yesterday that it shows New York in a very different light. New York is not all about museum benefits, terribly expensive shoes and Bungalow 8. And she's right. But its not just about coffee shops and purple walls either. I guess its just one tiny slice of life in the big city.

Yet, this is terribly addictive, simply cos it shows women in a different light from the traditional stereotypes that popular television slots them in. While the "Why doesn't he call" cliches DO exist, they are not the be all and end all. On this show atleast, its clear who has the (excuse my language) balls ;)

Mancini

Confession : I've only seen a part of Breakfast at Tiffany's. But I love the theme song. Moon river however wasn't Mancini's most famous composition. He also composed for Love Story, Godfather etc.

After a gap of several years, I recently bought a CD. An actual physical music dissemination device. Even in this age of BitTorrent and InstiLANs, we need them sometimes.

ChickLit

The term ChickLit is reserved for books that are :
a/ Usually pink (or in a sharp departure from the traditional - a baby blue)
b/ Have loopy cursive titles
c/ A story line that can be broadly summarized as :
* Twenty something woman in New York struggles to find herself
* Works hard and suddenly finds success
* Cannot find man despite dressing well, having ash blonde poker straight hair
* Meets Mr. Wrong
* 276 pages later - realizes Mr. Right was under her nose all along
* end of story :) Roses and Champagne are usually involved at this point!

Yet there's something magical and endearing about this genre. This is Mills and Boons for the next generation of women who have careers and want it 'all' but still dream of knights sweeping them off.

Mostly, they're light, fluffy, comfortable and are the literary equivalent of gooey chocolate cake. Comfort-Lit.

I must guiltily admit to devouring tonnes of them the past few months. It started in New York mostly because books are so hooribly high-priced there. No wonder almost everyone watches tv instead. I finally stumbled upon the 3 for 2 section where I found 2 books I'd been meaning to read. After going through the rest of the section twice, I finally just picked a pink book without really glancing at the title. (Can you keep a secret by Sophie Kinsella for the truly interested). Was immediately hooked!

Frontiers and Futehally

I usually tend to avoid award winning authors. I haven't really figured out why, but I prefer unearthing my own gems in some forgotten corner of my favorite bookstore. I pick up books without ever having heard of the author simply because the blurb grabs me. And I still haven't read The God of Small Things (there, I've said it.. Sue me!). Somehow the idea of trudging through award winning prose bores me. 18 lines into a review of The Inheritance of Loss and I get the feeling I'll never be able to pick up the book.

There have been a few times when I've been pleasantly surprised though. Jhumpa Lahiri is a favorite example. I picked up the Interpreter of Maladies on a whim and fell in love. Other gems include Chitra Bannerjee Divakaruni, Ladies Coupe by Anita Nair. Do you notice a very strong female bias?

Once, early in a month (when I'm usually flush with pocket money) I re-read Catcher in the Rye. On an impulse, I bought Franny and Zooey. What an amazing turn of prose! What a picture he paints!

I've had my fair share of mistakes too. Lolita for example, was bought after hearing that it was one of 'those' definitive works. Another book with its covers too far apart (to paraphrase Churchill)

Recently, I came across a review of Futehally's prose and decided to check out her posthumous collection of stories titled Frontiers. It was in one word - Amazing.

When I was younger, I remember trying to come up with ideas for my contribution to the school newletter. I didn't know about writers block then but I knew I couldn't think of a single thing! I came across a rather 'global' piece of advice - "Write about what you know". When I later thought about it, this is probably the best advice you can ever give a writer. Shama Futehally had followed this to a T, and it shines in her prose. She crafts tight personal spaces and slices a neat knife through them - opening them up in ways I've never seen before.

Her prose makes me stop, put the book down, and think. In short, she is the kind of writer I want to be when I grow up. Read the book - you will not be disappointed.