The excellent AD has bid adieu and turned off his comments, a deft move which prevents his readers from whining and screaming, "Noooooo! Don't go!" If I thought that putting my clenched fists on my hips and stomping my feet would woo him back, I'd do it. Alas.
In happier news, the Beauty & Power in Filipino/American Communities conference is zooming into view. It is always a pleasure to read with Jean and Miz BJ, and I'm looking forward to meeting Noel Alumit, whose Letters to Montgomery Clift I very much admire.
Would you believe I finally finished Jonathan Strange & Dr. Norrell? It was so satisfying to put that humungous muther back on the shelf. Delightful, truly escapist reading, by the way.
***Now, about this whole Johnny Depp/Angelina Jolie/Wuthering Heights thing. I am—I don't mind revealing—a fan of The Depp. The Depp will do a fine job sulking about the moors, howling, brooding, glowering. Angelina I am not so thrilled with. Maybe it will prove to be brilliant casting, but I don't think Kathy should be played by a woman who looks like she would just as soon kiss a man as pluck his still beating heart from his chest, attach it to some elastic, and use it to hold back her ravishing locks. Lalalalalalalala....