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Back before I was a bit derailed by life and took a break from the blog, I had my Friday Spotlight, where I wrote about movies, books, and music that I like.  Well, I’m bringing it back, but a little early this week for topical reasons.

My husband and I have a Christmas Eve tradition of reading Truman Capote’s A Christmas Memory aloud to each other.  We take turns, each reading a few pages at a time.  It is so magical for me.  Though I know the plot, each time is new and wonderful, full of funny quips and brilliant details, bringing me both laughter and tears.

If you aren’t familiar with A Christmas Memory, it recalls Capote’s own youth when he lived with relatives, and in particular, Miss Sook and their dog Queenie.  The story centers on the Christmas season, but like any good tale, it is so much more than that.

We watch the trio venture into the woods to cut down a tree and decorate it with home made ornaments (they couldn’t afford any others).  We also learn of the myriad ways they earn money for the fruitcake fund.  Each year making cakes (and enjoying a little whiskey themselves) for strangers dear to them, including President Roosevelt.  What different times – can you imagine sending the President a cake today?

Like so many of the stories I am drawn to, it is also about love and the deep connections we share, for Buddy and Miss Sook, and little Queenie, too, have a most tender and sweet relationship, one that, despite distance and time, only grows stronger.

If one day you come upon the story, regardless of season, please do read it, for it is so very special, one to treasure, and you will never look at two kites flying in the same way again.

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I had some friends over last night and this was one of our musical selections.   It is such a great soundtrack for fall, though I don’t quite know why I make this association.  Which reminds me of a funny story.

When I was in high school and college, I listened to a lot of Van Morrison, because, well, that is what one does isn’t it?  Golly, he was everywhere I went back then.  Anyway, there is this song, “Jackie Wilson Said,” one that I always associated with Christmas.  I was with my friend Mitch and we were singing along to it, and I mentioned that fact to him, when suddenly the answer came.  He smiled and said, “It wouldn’t be that would it?”  Sure enough, it was, “ding-a-ling-a-ling…”  I just about peed my pants with laughter.  Darn Christmas bells hiding in plain sight like that.

So there may be something that I’m missing with The Hour of Bewilderbeast, but here’s what I do know.  The CD is nice and long (no feeling cheated – I paid that much for thirty minutes?!) and, musically, it goes all over the map.  There are some ethereal themes, rockin’ tunes, quirky sounds (think underwater), and down right sweet lyrics.  If you are a fan of the film About a Boy (Hugh Grant’s best, I think), this is the man in charge of that sound track.  Good listening!

You know, I really love it when I find something that epitomizes what I enjoy most in life: love, beauty, simplicity, honesty, quirkiness, and music to go with it all.  So, I am just tickled to write about Lars and the Real Girl, because, for me, it was a charming way to package my favorites together.

First love, because that really is the cherry on top, isn’t it?  This is the story of Lars Lindstrom, his family, and the small town that loves and supports him during a rather interesting time in his life.  You see, the rather sweet and mild mannered Lars has purchased a Real Doll named Bianca (bearing a slight resemblance to Angelina Jolie), and rather than keep her hidden in the bedroom like most men of his age would (Lars is a gentleman and a Christian, he would never), he introduces her to all, giving her a story and life of her own.

Beauty – Filmed in wintry Canada, the gorgeousness inherent in cold landscapes is here – falling snow, icicles, dormant grasses, and bare trees.  On a more spiritual level, the myriad ways his family and the town come together for Lars are really quite lovely.

Simplicity – I suppose it isn’t a terribly simple story when a man takes a doll for his real girlfriend, yet it is when viewed through the lens of love and letting go.  As Yoda would say, “Do or do not – there is no try.”

Honesty – Through his delusion, Lars is finally able to express himself and with great candor, inspiring those around him to do the same.

Quirkiness – Um, a grown man acts like a doll is his real  girlfriend and everyone plays along.  Enough said.

Music – The soundtrack, like Lars, is a complex mix of melancholy,  playful innocence, and carefully measured beats – very easy on the ears.  I think I’ll buy it and play it on a loop.

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There’s this funny scene in You’ve Got Mail when Greg Kinnear’s character, Frank Navasky, is considering a topic for a book, and he says he’d like to write, “Something relevant for today, like the Luddite movement in 19th century England.”  Well, today’s spotlight is a bit like that.

Even though A Face in the Crowd came out in 1957, it is highly relevant to today, tackling issues like the power of celebrity, television ratings, and the Madison Avenue grooming of presidential hopefuls.

Andy Griffith plays – brace yourself my friends, this isn’t Mayberry –  Lonesome Rhodes, a drunken, womanizing, self-serving conniver whose meteoric rise to fame and power starts from a jail cell where he’s been arrested for drunken and disorderly conduct.  Complete with boyish good looks and a devilish laugh, he’s a force to be reckoned with.

The lovely Patricia Neal (that voice!) plays Marcia Jeffries, the woman responsible for his discovery.  Despite Lonesome’s wicked ways, Marcia remains loyal and protective, until her own sanity is at stake, forcing her to make a very daring choice.  Also cast is the young and handsome Walter Matthau (seriously – great glasses too!), playing the clever and equally devoted, though not to Lonesome, Mel Miller, Marcia’s savior.

With the exception of being filmed in black and white and Patricia Neal’s occasionally over dramatic hand getstures popular at the time, the movie really feels like it could have been made today.  The dialogue is razor sharp and the characters achingly real.  It is surprisingly racy, too – drunkenness, premarital sex, extra-marital sex, all this for 1957!

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If you ever have a hankering for an interesting read, but neither have the time nor inclination to sit with an entire novel, here are my very favorite short stories, perfect when enjoyed in your favorite chair, sipping a cup of tea.

Bartleby, the Scrivener, Herman Melville.  I am not ashamed to admit that I have never been able to get through Moby Dick.  Heavens to Betsy, I get to the part where they are attending the church service before setting out to sea, and I am bored out of my mind.  Seriously people, I don’t care about whales, Queequeg, or Ishmael, no siree.  So thank goodness there is something by Melville that I do appreciate, and that is dear Bartleby.

Set in the days when copiers were actually men working with pen and ink and not machines, Bartleby stands apart from the others who “prefers not to” do anything, yet claims to not be particular.  It is a fine character study.

The Swimmer, John Cheever.  Seinfeld fans will remember that Susan’s father had an illicit affair with Cheever.  But that’s beside the point.  In this offbeat tale, follow Neddy Miller as he swims home across the county, via the numerous pools dotting the way.  Witness how each pool reveals more about Neddy, his family, and the way minds create a reality that may or may not jive with what is actually happening in the world.

Neighbor Rosicky, Willa Cather.  Remember when I wrote about “Fanfare for the Common Man,” and how it makes me cry every time I hear it?  Well, this is the short story version.  A gorgeous tale of wealth, both the kind one measures with love and the kind one measures with dollars and cents, among those living in the beautiful and sometimes cruel Nebraska countryside.  The prose is simple, yet full of detail, sharp as a fine photograph.

The Story of an Hour, Kate Chopin.  A woman finds sweet freedom in the most unlikely of circumstances and pays a very high price in her desire to hold on to it.  I love watching the clouds build before the storm.

Good Country People, Flannery O’Connor.  Oh there was a delightful wickedness about her!  What a marvelous talent she had for twisting and bending people.  She could make the beautiful grotesque, the genius simple, and the simple wise beyond measure.

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