HYou've seen the trailer for the new TV version of Jilly Cooper's 1988 novel rival(released October 18th on Disney+), all I can say is that it was a huge relief for me. Thankfully, the makers of this film, not even famous actor Rupert Campbell-Black, felt the need to re-educate the lecherous denizens of the Ratshire countryside, and the results are spectacular. It has become painful. There's plenty of perky butts to be seen across eight very hilarious episodes.
I don't claim that Cooper's work is art, but it certainly is. But I am deeply attached to her. Her romance about classy girls from Fulham, about which I knew nothing at the time, got me through my A-levels. Since then, I think of her as a kind of guardian angel. In 2006, I interviewed her at her home in Gloucestershire four days before we got married (readers, I had to submit this article before we went on our honeymoon). When I confessed this to my dear and kind Jilly, she was appalled. She wanted to know why I wasn't lying at home with cucumber slices in my eyes.
The day before the wedding, still without any vegetables in any part of my body, I was frantically typing when the doorbell rang. There was a man outside holding a bottle of champagne. It was courtesy of Mr. Cooper, who congratulated me and encouraged me to cure my work addiction.
celebrate organs
I went to London's South Bank to see groovy young organist James McVinney wig out (technical term). Giant organ at the Royal Festival Hallan instrument that turned 70 this year. The program includes works by Bird and Liszt, as well as Riff~rough The song was written by British composer Giles Swain, who was in the audience looking quite dashing in a black turtleneck.
Riff~rough First performed in 1983, it's an incredibly exciting, kind of prog rock experience to listen to. Among the influences are Senegalese music, minimalism à la Philip Glass, and boogie-woogie, and even an amateur like me can understand that a lot is required of an organist. While McVinney played his famous wild pedal solo, his friend Tom said his feet flew from left to right and back again, just like Kermit's feet when he sang (It's Not Easy) Bein' Green. I whispered that it looked a little like . above muppet show.
miranda july fever
Prada is running an advertising campaign in which a model carrying a luxury handbag is photographed calling a telephone called the Miranda July Hotline. If this service really exists, I'm afraid I'll have to dial it myself sometime soon. It took me years to finish writing the July novel. crawl on all foursIn this book, a middle-aged woman embarks on a crazy adventure of experimental sex and home decor. The main reason was that I couldn't bear to read this book in public (a young man on the train found it in my bag and… winked When he saw me, his whole body turned red). Now that I've finally made it to the end, I'm still obsessive. I can talk about that forever.
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I'm not the only one. The supporting characters in this book especially make an, um, unforgettable impression on the reader. And my best friend, whose identity I will protect here, has started playfully texting me his name at random moments during the day. “Audra…, Audra…, Audra…” my phone whispered. That phone's screen is now cracked. I dropped it on the sidewalk in a moment of intense perimenopausal confusion.
