Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Fire and ice
The first snow is magic so I took that picture above. It is the view from my bedroom window!
You will observe that yes, our screens are still on our windows. But still. I do enjoy the first snow, I have to say that. It makes you feel like a kid. You pad downstairs in your pajamas and something about the light is different and then, oh! There is snow outside! It is exciting! That is the way you feel when you are 8 and I am sorry, when I see the first snow now I feel the same way.
On the other hand I am feeling very adult today because of this book I am reading about Igor Stravinsky. It is called "Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky." It is by this author Chris Greenhalgh.
"She responds to the accents of the music, feeling them chime with her insides."
"Stirred by the faint strains of the piano, she has been drawn like a somnambulist toward their source."
"Seeing Igor's hands ripple across the piano, she experiences a slow inflammation of her senses."
What if I were to write my book about Leonard Pennario like that?
I think it is best I do not!
This book on Stravinsky, this guy is a good writer but there is too much good writing. It is like chocolate cake. You need so-so sentences once in a while or it gets to be too much, you know? It is fun to read but after a while reading whole paragraphs like this...
Igor becomes abruptly aware of her presence, sensing her nearness like an animal. He stops playing, but does not turn around, remaining frozen in midgesture, his fingers tense and arrested above the keys. Coco moves like heat behind him. Two deft hands steal over his eyes.
... you get feeling like this:
"Slats of light from the shutters extend in bars across her body, improvising a keyboard the length of her naked back."
Ha, ha! Who knew that Stravinsky...
... led such a life?
OK, back to the bright snowy world.
Step away from the book on Stravinsky!