Friday, March 30, 2012

"Mad (Men) about the books of 1966: What Don and Joan were (probably) reading" by Ken Salikof


From The New York Daily News here.
Have you ever wondered what the Mad Men characters read in their spare time when they are not drinking, smoking, eating red meat, having sex and, oh, yes, brainstorming advertising campaigns?

We took an informal poll of the people associated with Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce, and here are their reading selections from books published in that mad, mad year, 1966.

Of course these are really just my vodka gimlet-fueled imaginings.

Main mad man Don Draper (back for his fifth season on AMC this Sunday night) is intrigued by Norman Mailer’s “An American Dream.” Originally written on demand in monthly installments for Esquire magazine, the published novel tells the story of war hero and TV talk show host, Steven Rojack, and the nightmarish 24 hours that ensue after an argument leads to the murder of his drunken, shrewish wife. Call it the road not taken.

Silver-haired Roger Sterling, a man who has seen it all, finds it difficult to put down Roderick Thorp’s debut novel, “The Detective,” in which a Midwestern P.I. becomes involved in a case that lays bare big city corruption, sexual duplicity and marital infidelity in a fictional American metropolis. With his world-weary air, Roger could definitely moonlight as a gumshoe. (Fun fact: the book became a Frank Sinatra movie dud in 1968, but its sequel, “Nobody Lives Forever,” was the basis for 1988’s Bruce Willis mega-hit, “Die Hard”).

Betty Draper Francis, who’s finally had enough of Don’s endless infidelities, is mesmerized by Sue Kaufman’s proto-feminist novel, “Diary of a Mad Housewife,” because of her intense identification with the main character, a Manhattan wife and mother torn between a demanding husband who ignores her and a playwright lover who mentally abuses her. (The book was made into a memorable 1970 movie directed by Frank Perry.) Finally, Betty, here's someone who makes your life look good in comparison.

Precocious pre-teen Sally Draper is dutifully making her way through James Ramsey Ullman’s YA novel, “Banner in the Sky.”

But when Betty is out of the house, curious Sally sneaks a peak at her mother’s copies of Jacqueline Susann’s “Valley of the Dolls” and Harold Robbins’ “The Adventurers,” two steamy adult bestsellers from the golden age of 1960’s schlock. This is why flashlights and bedcovers were invented.

Peggy Olson has very adventurous tastes as befitting a young copywriter alive to what’s happening in the zeitgeist. Right now she is enjoying novels by two folk singers making their first forays into the world of fiction—Leonard Cohen’s “Beautiful Losers” and Richard Farina’s “Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me,” books that will end up as literary touchstones of the counterculture. All she needs is an espresso and bongo drums playing in the background.

Pete Campbell may be an ambitious conformist at heart, but there are occasional flashes of a different Pete, which is why he likes to indulge his literary wild side by reading Dr. Hunter S. Thompson’s first book, “Hell’s Angels,” the gonzo journalist’s account of the year he spent riding with the notorious California motorcycle gang. Can’t you just picture Pete on a Harley with Trudy riding pillion?

Spending all day navigating the sexual politics of Sterling Cooper, the indispensible Joan Holloway Harris finds inspiration in “The Diary of Anais, Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934,” about the early years of the sexually liberated French writer and lover of American novelist Henry Miller. It’s her Midnight in Paris.

Living in America, English partner Lane Pryce likes to keep in touch with his roots across the pond. Since no author better represents his homeland than Graham Greene, Lane is currently engrossed in the author’s latest “entertainment,” “The Comedians,” which tells the story of an English expatriate hotel owner trying to survive amid the terror of Papa “Doc” Duvalier’s reign in Haiti. There but for the grace of God…

Founding partner Bert Cooper is a deep thinker. That’s why his spare time reading consists of the ultra-weighty “The Order of Things: An Archeology of Human Sciences” by the French philosopher and social theorist Michel Foucault, a history of thought by one of the founders of the Postmodernist movement. Take off your shoes and scratch your head. (Confession: I have no idea what this book is about.)

Account executive Ken Cosgrove has a literary bent (he sold a short story to the “Atlantic Monthly”), which explains why he is drawn to John Fowles’ “The Magus,” in which an Englishman falls under the spell of a wealthy intellectual on a Greek island and experiences several levels of reality when he falls in love with a beautiful woman who might be a ghost. Eat your heart out, Kenny.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll put some Esquivel on the hi-fi, pour myself a martini and settle in for the night with James Clavell’s “Tai-Pan.”


Of the books listed in this article...

I've read:
Diary of a Mad Housewife (movie was good too)
The Comedians (also a good movie but Liz and Dick didn't make bad movies, in my opinion)
Hell's Angels
The Diary of Anais Nin (both volumes; note typo in article -- comma between "Anais" and "Nin")
Tai-Pan (half)

I've never read and never will:
The Magus (tried it; not a fan of John Fowles although I did like The French Lieutenant's Woman)
Valley of the Dolls (ditto for the movie)
Anything by Harold Robbins. I read one book by him way back in the 70s and that was enough. Too much actually.
Beautiful Losers (I had no idea that Leonard Cohen also wrote novels!)
The Order of Things: An Archeology of Human Sciences
Banner in the Sky
Nobody Lives Forever

I want to read:
An American Dream (Mailer)
Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me (Farina)
The Detective (Thorp) -- and I disagree strongly with the author; the Frank Sinatra movie based on this novel was not "a dud," it was great...very campy and 60s

Photo credit: www.tvequals.com

Thursday, March 22, 2012

As seen on Facebook. It made me laugh but who am I to laugh at footwear? Here's what I'm wearing at the moment.



Apologies to all friends and readers who love the look of their crocs.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Empty house in the neighborhood.



I'm this close to getting bees again. But the days roll by and I don't make the phone call to order a nuc* so maybe I don't really want a hive again. My hesitation is about the irrational worry that the bees will sting someone and cause a serious reaction.

But I like the look of the beehive in my backyard. I moved it about 5 feet farther away from my house (compared to the location of my previous hive). And it's facing slightly more away from the back of the house, more southeast, which is fine. But the hive entrance doesn't face a nice open area like my first hive -- I have to think of a name for that hive... I never understood why people named their hives but now I do.

Meanwhile, under our back porch are these bee holes and I don't know what kind of bees are using them. They are not yellow jackets but they might be miner bees. But they are larger than honeybees and I've read that miner bees are the size of honeybees. They aren't very aggressive but they buzz around just enough to let you know that they know you're on their turf. Harmless. But what are they? They move way too fast for me to get a picture. Last year they were gone by mid-summer I think.


*The term “nuc” is short for nucleus colony. A nucleus colony is just a very small colony of a few thousand bees and a queen.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Is this creepy? (Update with answer: No, but apparently Pam's getting too old & stupid to have a blog)


Yesterday I was googling around and I typed in "Russell Square London." I went to the Google map in the upper right corner, satellite view, and saw this. What's that plane doing there? It had to have been photoshopped in but why? And here's what's really creepy. I told a friend, who was at work, to check out the site and on her computer there was no plane.......

Theories?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Santorum crept along, low in the pack and then, bam! he got attention, it leveled off a bit, then bam!


I like to study charts like this. I see the purple inching toward the brown until, finally, they blend into a brownish-purplish blob in Tampa.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Any hellebore experts, or amateurs, out there?






I have a few hardy hellebore (aka Lenten rose) plants, and one of them has what looks like a patch of seedlings -- see small plants in lower left of middle picture. I have a book on hellebores and I did some reading. Self-sown seedlings do happen sometimes. Not all hellebore plants will self-sow, but some do and they can be prolific. If your garden includes different colors, the colors will mix (thanks to bees and other pollinators) unpredictably, leading to muddy colors in the adult plants that grow from the seedlings. Or something like that. The book description of growing hellebores was complicated but very interesting; maybe I'll come back later and fill in the details.

My question: do these seedlings look like baby hellebores? I also had some pachysandra growing in that general area. Could it be that? I have my fingers crossed that it's a nice bunch o' babies from that nice big mother hellebore with the nice pink flowers. To be continued.

One of my favorite gifts.


I have many wonderful friends who surprise me sometimes with very thoughtful gifts. Stephanie gave me this handy-dandy cheat sheet when, years ago, she and I grumbled that there were too many writers with the last name of Wilson or White and the first name of Edward or Edwin or the initial E. This weekend I had to add a new name: James Q. Wilson. I realize that he's not an Ed, but he belongs with this group because he wrote books very much like another on the list, Edward O. Wilson. James Q. died this weekend. I think of him every time I visit New York City because some people (me for example) give him some credit for the city becoming more habitable. (See link above.)

As Anne of The Complaint Department says: that is all. Carry on.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Awwww. From a collection of kitty pictures forwarded to me by a friend.



Here's a tweet from last night after the Oscar ceremony was over. Made me laugh. The tweeter was no one I knew.

"If Best Picture went to something that Americans actually saw, and were actually moved by, it would go to some YouTube cat video."

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Waxing crescent is my favorite moon phase.


From: earthsky.org

"At this moon phase, the Earth, moon and sun are located nearly on a line in space. If they were more precisely on a line, as they are at new moon, we wouldn’t see the moon. The moon would travel across the sky during the day, lost in the sun’s glare.

"But a waxing crescent moon is far enough away from that Earth-sun line to be visible near the sun’s glare – that is, in the west after sunset. This moon phase is seen one day to several days after new moon. On these days, the moon rises one hour to several hours behind the sun and follows the sun across the sky during the day. When the sun sets, and the sky darkens, the moon pops into view in the western sky."

Ever wonder why Wonder Bread became so popular? Neither did I. But this article tells a great, long story about the topic.


Here.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

My environment versus THE environment. Sucked into the maw of the Dark Mountain Project.






My environment is good. Early crocuses, hellebores, and snowdrops are all abloom. (I included the picture at the bottom just to show the color of my dining room walls.)

For the last few years I've really wanted to understand a little bit of the science of global weirding, energy sources, and all that kind of thing. So I've been reading lots of books and articles. I still don't feel like I really understand anything yet, or that I can support any decisions about anything yet -- like the Keystone oil pipeline.

Last week I read this article -- "Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist" -- in a magazine, new to me, called Orion. I read all 200+ comments too, and they were almost as interesting as the article itself. For now, I'm totally smitten with what the author Paul Kingsnorth says, and maybe I'll also be smitten with his project called Dark Mountain. I've just started reading about it; it's a lot to take in. Here's a summary:

From this interview with Paul Kingsnorth:
Dark Mountain is not about ‘giving up’ or wallowing in doom or anything like that. Some people think it is, but they’re the ones who haven’t been paying attention. Dark Mountain is a process. First you give up on the unrealistic ambitions of both the mainstream growth narrative and the mainstream green narrative – creating a “sustainable” consumer democracy for nine billion people, stopping climate change, making capitalism nice and all the rest of the utopian stuff. You give up on that and then you can move on. You embrace what we might call radical honesty, and you look at what is possible and what’s not, and you see your true place in the world and in history…We call this the “hope beyond hope.” First you get real. Then you give up. Then you are re-inspired.’

Saturday, February 18, 2012

How can I not?


In an email today the owner of the dinnerware writes, in part:

"just wondering if you've made any decisions ....

"I could go $375 for everything which is only 20% of the actual cost and less than the 4 serving pieces alone."

I think I'm going to.
Not totally sure yet.

Thanks for all the great comments and suggestions and opinions and votes. I just knew I'd get good feedback.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Even more dinnerware.





A lot of these are getting out of my price range but aren't they pretty?

Found scribbled on a folder on my desk.


I don't know where I saw this phrase but it obviously impressed me because I wrote it down on a folder. (I'm always finding notes to myself that I've written in the most inconvenient places.) I suspect that it was used in Christopher Hitchens's autobiography "Hitch 22," which I raved about a few months ago. It sounds like a phrase he would have used. "Quisling" is a relatively new word, but I offer it to my readers as a possible name to call someone you loathe. I hope the word takes on a broader meaning over time. For example, "that Newt Gingrich is such a embittered quisling." Even if you don't know what it means it sounds bad, right?

Speaking of plates...




For my birthday my friend Anne gave me this beautiful red platter and the delights it holds. The red plate is in honor of our many talks about food and dieting (and this interesting little factoid she recently came across). The chocolate is in honor of...well, does chocolate need a reason to exist? And the shells: Oh those shells! She lives above the Calvert Cliffs, in Calvert County MD. When she takes walks on the shoreline she finds these amazing shells, many of which have been buried in the cliffs for thousands of years. Like that large scallop shell. Also in the grouping are barnacles, a moon shell, and I can't remember the names of the others but maybe she'll chime in.

Thanks again Anne!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

More dinnerware.



Fungus?


This looks like a shelf fungus but it's very hard, like wood. I guess it's possible that a fungus could get that hard. I might have to saw it off the limb to study it.

Dinnerware. Can't decide. Too many choices.






We have horrible dinnerware. Bits and pieces of old sets, some really, really cheap, some very, very old, some in-between. So I'm treating my family to a new set of dishes and I'm not going to do what I usually do. Buy something cheap, easy, and dull. Here are a few of the patterns I'm thinking about.

The other day I had a light-bulb moment and said "craigslist!" Sure enough there were a good number of dishes that would have been acceptable. And there was one that I had actually been looking at. Villeroy and Boch Switch 3 -- the blue and green ones in the top picture. I can get a ton of pieces (place settings for 8, plus lots of serving dishes) for about 1/4 of the cost of buying that pattern new. And I suspect that I can negotiate the price even lower.

One possible problem is that my dining room is a very intense color: kind of like brick red. And those blue and green dishes might not look so great in such a room. Or does it matter? (oh I know that it doesn't really matter matter the way, say, nuclear power matters...I mean would most people ignore the clash? I know I would. Do I care if most people notice? What's the worst they can say or think?)

I'm terrible at making these kinds of decisions. It's one reason we only have horrible, horrible dishes.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Monday, February 13, 2012

Sunday, February 5, 2012

More shelf, or bracket, fungi.



There are all these interesting words you find when looking up stuff about fungi. Like "clades" and "conks." And this: "Other examples of bracket fungi include the sulphur shelf, birch bracket, dryad's saddle, artist's conk, and turkey tail."

I like this particular specimen because it grew on a stump created by the beavers when they lived in the pond next door. See the pointy top? Beaver-gnawing did that.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

One more day.









Today is the last day I can sing this song. Tomorrow I turn 65. Feels like I'm getting ready to jump over a small but deep stream to The Other Side.

These cards are real snorters.

What a ride! If you love rock and roll this book is a must-read.


You don't have to love the Rolling Stones to like this book, but you do have to love rock and roll.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Caricatures on playing cards circa 1996.



These bad photos (I could have done better but I didn't feel like it) are of the Newt card from a deck I found while sorting through some junk. I'm not sure I get the joke. I get that the "L" and "R" are for Left and Right (right?) and I see the arrows pointing up. Is the joke that Newt will take either a leftish or a rightish position depending on which end is up??