Hidden Villa

What can I say? I love everything about the place, from visiting the farm animals to the fantastic trails to the historic Duveneck house. This time of year the lichens and fungi attract attention... mine, at least...

Bill's best picture picks

Rather amazingly, I have seen five of the nominees. The Shape of Water and Ladybird were middling entertainments. Between Get Out and Call Me By Your Name, I would give the nod to Get Out, which is something new at the movies. And then there's Dunkirk... No plot, no characters, no dialogue to speak of. Pure, relentless sound and visuals. An art film masquerading as an action movie. That just might be the one.

Marcella's tomato sauce

This is the best and simplest recipe in the world. Period. Do not skimp on the quality of the canned tomatoes, or the butter (quantity or quality). Do not add anything, except possibly a sprinkling of reggiano after serving. Assuming you serve it with pasta, keep the ratio of sauce to pasta very high. It will make you very happy.

Call Me By Your Name

It's a lovely film shot in a lovely place, with a very fine performance by Timothée Chalamet. The love story works ten times better than the over-rated The Shape of Water. For one thing, the boyfriend in the latter movie is ugly and scaly, and has no personality... realistically, who could fall in love with that? Armie Hammer is another matter entirely... Indeed, everyone in CMBYN falls in love with him.

In these very sensitive times, a movie portraying the seduction of an "under-age" youth by a rather older, more experienced male might raise a concerned eyebrow. But their relationship is natural, consensual, and tender. Not to mention: Who seduced whom?

For me, the most important question raised by the film was: How do I get a gig like Elio's professor dad? I suppose the first thing is for Laura to discover that she has inherited a villa in Lombardy from an obscure Italian relation...

I Am Not Your Negro

Raoul Peck's documentary is not perfect, but damn close enough. James Baldwin is both subject and co-auteur here, some 30 years after his death. As conscience and philosopher of the civil rights movement, Baldwin readily acknowledges that he stood outside the movement in a number of ways– his exile to Paris, of course, but more fundamentally his not having put his life on the line as his three heroes– Medgar Evers, Martin Luther King, and Malcolm X– quite literally did. But in reality, the danger was always there for an outspoken and haughty black man, the smartest and most articulate man in the room– the danger doubled given his homosexuality.

The film is visually stunning, and you could listen to Baldwin's impassioned, dignified, and yes, superior accent (what to call it... Harlem Brahmin?) all day long. Samuel L. Jackson's voice-over narration is a different animal entirely, but Baldwin's voice rings through the words.

I had some problems with the movie's critique of whiteness through film and TV clips of Doris Day and the like. I'm not big fan of Doris Day, but I also know enough about whiteness to know that she is not its only manifestation, and from Doris to the hate crimes of the people responsible for Medgar Evers's murder is a stretch. Peck aspires to define whiteness as intrinsically the denial of blackness, but there are many shades of white, and even John Ford's westerns were more subtle in their politics than Peck is willing to acknowledge here.

That said, the movie is essential, and Baldwin is too. As Darryl Pinckney wrote in his review of the film, I Am Not Your Negro "is a kind of tone poem to a freedom movement not yet finished." Now streaming on a service near you.

People are smaller now

At the local public library used book sale yesterday, I picked up a couple volumes of poetry (hardly the first time!): a nice hardcover of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese, and Li Ch'ing-chao's Complete Poems, translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung. Two great poets and Renaissance women.

Barrett Browning...

Before Barrett was ten years old, she had read the histories of England, Greece, and Rome; several of Shakespeare's plays, including Othello and The Tempest;portions of Pope's Homeric translations; and passages from Paradise Lost. At eleven, she says in an autobiographical sketch written when she was fourteen, she "felt the most ardent desire to understand the learned languages." Except for some instruction in Greek and Latin from a tutor who lived with the Barrett family for two or three years to help her brother Edward ("Bro") prepare for entrance to Charterhouse, Barrett was, as Robert Browning later asserted, "self-taught in almost every respect." Within the next few years she went through the works of the principal Greek and Latin authors, the Greek Christian fathers, several plays by Racine and Molière, and a portion of Dante's Inferno-all in the original languages. Also around this time she learned enough Hebrew to read the Old Testament from beginning to end. Her enthusiasm for the works of Tom Paine, Voltaire, Rousseau, and Mary Wollstonecraft presaged the concern for human rights that she was later to express in her poems and letters.

Li:

Li Qingzhao was born in 1084, in Zhangqiu located in modern Shandong province. She was born to a family of scholar-officials, and her father was a student of Su Shi. The family had a large collection of books, and Li was able to receive comprehensive education in her childhood. From very young age, she was unusually outgoing for a woman from a scholar-official family.

Before she got married, her poetry was already well known within elite circles. In 1101 she married Zhao Mingcheng, with whom she shared interests in art collection and epigraphy. They lived in present-day Shandong. After her husband started his official career, he was often absent. They were not particularly rich but shared enjoyment of collecting inscriptions and calligraphy which made their daily life count and they lived happily together. This inspired some of the love poems that she wrote. Li and her husband collected many books. They shared a love of poetry and often wrote poems for each other as well as writing about bronze artifacts of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Don't Leave Just Now

A great heartbreaker from a band that specializes in them.

A few more fungi

Return visit to Foothills Park today... The beautiful Laccaria amethysteo-occidentalis is in fact nearly the color of amethyst; Coprinopsis lagopus (?) is a perfect hairy little thing that like all inky caps transforms and composts itself; an enormous amanita, edible if you dare (I don't); and a lovely yellow bolete...