Last night David Sadaris met my every expectation. I’ll tell you more on the evening later. But for now, check out this recommendation he made: Alan Bennett’s collection of monologues featuring six individual portraits. The publisher summarizes: Performed by the author and five of Britain’s leading actresses, Alan Bennett’s tales are full of quirky, insightful detail that bring the characters vividly to life.
From Julie Walters’ portrayal of an actress seeking fame to Anna Massey’s alcoholic vicar’s wife, these individuals are linked by their self-delusion, desperation, and vulnerability.
In these compelling pieces, Bennett displays the wry observation, knowing irony, and tender understatement that have ensured his rightful place at the forefront of contemporary writing.
This collection includes A Chip in the Sugar with Alan Bennett; A Lady of Letters with Patricia Routledge; Bed Among the Lentils with Anna Massey; Soldiering On with Stephanie Cole; Her Big Chance with Julie Walters; and A Cream Cracker Under the Settee with Thora Hird.
Monthly Archive for April, 2009
Solipsistic – soh lip SIS tik
self-involved, as though no other feelings, thoughts or attitudes exist or are important but one’s own: from solipsism (Latin, the self alone), the philosophical theory that nothing exists but one’s own consciousness
I loved finding this word as I was digging around trying to find something to name this blog. For one, I’m not sure why I would want to publish my own random thoughts and opinions. I don’t have any purpose or targeted audience. I’m not trying to create any grand movement. I’m just curious about this blogging thing. My blog serves no other purpose than to hear myself talk, so to speak … or so to write. I’m not even sure that I will blog.
When I was a little girl, I always fancied that I would keep a journal. It seemed that everyone who ever became somebody when they grew up kept fantastic journals that were later used to analyze how they became so special and unique. Certain that I, too, would be famous, I would buy precious bound journals. But after a few postings, I bored myself and quit. I wonder if that is some terrible foreshadowing?
Throughout the years, as an English major in college, as a divinity student/priest, as a person in recovery, I have been encouraged to journal. Never would. Something too scary, too inflexible, about seeing my thoughts incarnate on paper. If I was forced to journal by an educator or a director, I did so with great resentment. I suppose I felt that If I didn’t trust myself to like what I thought, I certainly wasn’t going to trust anyone else.
But I hope this blog will be the beginning of a new way for me. I hope this will become an outward and visible sign that I no longer care whether anyone likes what I think or not and that eventually, I will come to really like what I think.
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