I have an intense fascination with the film Intermission. Chalk it up to my love of all things Irish or...well...my love of plots in which good characters go bad. What does this mean, in practical terms? It means that I've committed most of the dialogue to memory and the phrase I utter most often, in reverence to this excellent film, is "me sounds" - as in my tunes, my songs, my music. (The other film-phrase I employ nearly as often follows "me sounds" by a few back and forths between characters, and then: "You just don't have the requisite Celtic soul, man.")
I've been extrapolating the use of this phrase lately to apply it to anything that has sound. Since my world has recently been full of excellent podcasts, I use me sounds today to mean "the podcasts I've been listening to as of late." Got it?
- Bookworm has been quite good lately and my recent favorites include: Colm Toibin, Anne Enright & William T. Vollmann.
- The Bat (Segundo, to you) has been busy. Recent favorites include: Mark Sarvas, Nicholson Baker, Richard Price, Elizabeth Crane, Jeffrey Ford, and, of course, the divine Lydia Millet.
- Fresh Air has had a few good bits lately, including a talk with Steve Lopez about The Soloist, a Philip Roth celebration and the There Will be Blood show.
I've book-marked quite a few new lit and semi-lit podcasts to check out and just haven't gotten around to them yet. After the book fest and several author interviews I'm lining up, I'll make the time to check them out and report back.
