Unfortunately the weather on 'Koninginnedag' (30 April) was not half as good as predicted, but Sunday was warm and glorious. In the morning I went for a walk in the park. In the afternoon I first watched an energetic Franz Ferdinand concert on TV, recorded live at Pinkpop last year (I really must buy their CD), and when the sun had left my garden I sat outside reading until 7. My rumbling stomach finally drove me back inside to make dinner.
Recently I read a raving review of Extremely loud & incredibly close by Jonathan Safran Foer and I had planned to go out yesterday afternoon to check it out at the bookshop. As luck would have it, the chapter I read in So many books, so little time yesterday morning dealt with hypes. Sara Nelson specifically mentioned Safran Foer's first book Everything is illuminated, and that she felt a resistance to it because it had been hyped so much. She liked it, but didn't think it was all that brilliant.
So it was with slightly curbed enthusiasm that I set out to the bookshops. It didn't take long for me to surrender to EL&IC, though. Intriguing illustrations and layout, not as weird as House of leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (another hyped book I couldn't resist at the time), but interesting enough. So even if the story or the style of writing turn out to be disappointing, at least it's a good-looking book.
And this morning I rolled out of bed to watch L'une chante, l'autre pas by Agnès Varda on TV5. It must be at least 20, maybe even 25 years since I last saw it, and when I checked the new TV guide last week I was overjoyed to see the announcement. Later I suddenly remembered that I was scheduled for an appointment with the dental hygienist at the same time the film would be on, so I immediately called her to postpone it. It is important to get one's priorities right.
L'une chante, l'autre pas is typically '70s. That era was great for film, and especially for European cinema. Most of my favourites date back to that time, although that could have more to do with my being an impressionable teenager then. I still loved the film today, though.