(I think this marks the end of my 12-year tradition of posting every three years on my birthday. I can't think of anything much to say about any multiple of three after 42... maybe 90...)
Book of the Year - The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy Film of the Year - Cabaret - Bob Fosse Music of the Year - Concert, Le Poisson Rouge, Dec. 20 - Kevin Barnes (ohdeargod, this video features me very audibly cracking up after "Bolero" in "St. Sebastian") TV Show of the Year - The OA - Zal Batmanglij and Brit Marling
I mean, look, given that it is literally the only review of the book on Goodreads (awkwardly, as I mentioned on Goodreads), yes, I was wondering
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Saw Dear Evan Hansen last week, because I realized it was a musical that sounded like a YA novel and because I realized that if I am willing to go see theater in London by myself, why shouldn't I also be willing to do it in NYC? It was a good decision - the first half in particular gave me the same sort of feeling as the third quarter of The Wings
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Book of the Year - The Crown of Dalemark - Diana Wynne Jones Film of the Year - Black Swan - Darren Aronofsky Music of the Year - "Oh, Jeremy Corbyn" - anonymous, with help from the White Stripes TV Show of the Year - Mr. Robot - Sam Esmail
I hasten to assure anyone reading this that I do not in any way identify with the sentiments described in the poem, but I feel obligated to post it as a fan of the younger Romantics turning 36.
I have never actually read any China Miéville, but this is a great piece of criticism on some of his work. It was constantly full of insight, and it even made me cry (I mean, not that that's too difficult, but still).
. . .And pray to God to have mercy upon us And pray that I may forget These matters that with myself I too much discuss Too much explain Because I do not hope to turn again Let these words answer For what is done, not to be done again May the judgement not be too heavy upon us