Spring has finally arrived! But I still want to cozy up in bed.
Why can't I be paid to do what I do for fun - read books, go to movies, and eat? I haven't yet read an anthology of restaurant reviews, but I've been plowing through Roger Ebert's Awake in the Dark, which is a collection of his movie reviews, interviews, and think pieces. The only other critic whose work in book form I've actually read (in addition to my erstwhile subscription to the New Yorker) is Nobody's Perfect by Anthony Lane. AL is very very British - complete with biting wit - but I like RE's American sensibilities. I realized while I was reading through the Ebert book that I'd much rather read about certain movies than actually watch them. That's especially true of violent or otherwise disturbing movies. I don't think I'll ever want to see Shoah but I found Ebert's review very insightful.