This was a very mixed week. Trump dropped some bombs on Syria – to little effect, other than a temporary, minor bump in his popularity and a raise in the "fear factor" around the world – while still searching for a coherent foreign policy. Neil Gorsuch got onto the Supreme Court forever. Don Rickles died. And the TG is out of town.
So I tried to take positive, affirmative steps against despair:
First thing, I gave money to Jon Ossoff, who is trying to win Tom Price's seat in the 6th Congressional district in Georgia. His special election is April 18th – and a chance to send a big message about 2018.
I worked my ass off on WHEN I GOT OUT.
The new novel is coming along, but I have more work to do. I had to move a big section – and re-weave it into the fabric of the narrative – for the sake of the story's momentum.
I read Alison Bechdel's FUN HOME.
After enjoying the musical at the Music Center, I went right out, bought the original graphic memoir, and read it. Am I glad I saw the show before I read the book!!
First let me say that I enjoyed both. But while the musical is very good, the graphic memoir from 2006 is great: deeper, riskier, and more rewarding. And I'm sure that had I read the book beforehand, I would have watched the show thinking, "But they left out ... but they didn't explain ... etc." Instead, I enjoyed the musical on its own terms. I'm not a big graphic novel reader – my only similar experience is Art Spiegelman's MAUS, which I loved – but this "family tragicomic" is a major work. I can see why it took Bechdel seven years to write and draw it. Her "process" apparently includes setting up actual photographs as models for her drawings, reproducing childhood diaries and letters, and other careful archival, observational work.